When a Poet Dies
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What do you do when a poet dies?
When Maya died Oh how I cried.
Who will give us the words from the other side.
A poet, a scribe, a teacher, a preacher, a...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
the po~et 20 (peripheral view)
He was a few steps ahead of Jack. It's amazing how seconds can change the course of things.
Paul is absolutely gorgeous! Those words came up from that deep place.
He steps briefly into a side room, she re-calculates her steps. She passes by, as she does she catches his eye. She can feel him, she can see his linear frame.
And the view from those seconds lasted all day.
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