A Secret Life of Poetry

Complete, delicate, simple,
young and wise.
His rhythms sweet, true,
and natural.
On the other side of metaphor
light opens deep and beautiful.
A sun unto itself
the many seeds and gardens.
Wind’s articulation
the voice of years.
Self-selected play
a quality of sense.
Mist’s memory
and the mountains he moved.
An inner growth
the flame of feeling yes.
Directions of words
design of love.
Seeing all
awake.
Forward
now.

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