to love the poem

..

to love the poem, we need to
be centered, mentored by
gypsy moon, the swoon of sky.

to love the poem, we cry
on bended knees, pry the
festooned breeze for more.

to love the poem, see how
one lone smooth stone
feels, or how one lost song

kneels before only the open
lock, the fool’s empty pocket,
the stolen moment

-oh, we hold on so.

::
to poem her love,
she penned
one long, slow note,
then on envelope wrote:
to Love: the Poem.

 

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PAD, day 18.