Poems

I’m not sure poems help me much,
I’ve worded many kinds.
Ancient Chinese, New England monkess,
California wander bums–
All these voices I’ve given listen.

It is another world, my own, unspoken,
I hope to hear when looking there
at words of others, a gentle token

of their concern for connecting
mine with theirs.

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