Phases

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Dear Wet Footed Sure Poet

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Beauty as words and pictures collide

the poet is a voice. A pair of eyes.

Phased, in clear, wide-shot scapes

sun undecided, rise fast or tired set.

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Nature, like a five year old, stirring

in running dreams and laughter

wakes, turns suddenly, sleeps 

again.

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Poem as poet, voice as historian,

time lapes, phased. Color is copied

from petals, skies, imagined

horizons.

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Lady A

10-02-20

842a

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Lovely poetic comment. Thanks ever so much 


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