MUSE OF FRUITFUL HUSBANDRY

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JOURNAL #27

the groom of my words

is the receiver of this ink

each line

pulled so close

a blanket

to wrap these visiting thoughts in

a frame for hope

and a mantle for clearer understanding

physical sculpting

of the mental bust

an angled glimpse

at the unique light

through a mysterious doorway

one that only this hand

can adequately sketch

fruit for this scavenger

picked yet not fully eaten

hungry crossers of this path

stand tall

with glasses on

ready to sample

branches from this orchard

that one farmer

a farmer of words

has so lovingly tended..........

(written May 12, 2002 1220pm)








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