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July 25, 2005 - A poem about Words

To The Poet Getting Darker.

Hoist your sight above the lashes
weighing like cross-roped crates,
their cargo pressing down
upon your eyes.

Why - when there is much more
to see, to experience, and to learn
must you focus on the hatches
and not the sky?


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