a navel in verse
abandons poetry troop/
shaves off his beard & afro/
realizes later he's done
far worse to another/
keeps learning
many months later
what it means to forgive himself,
& her, & the world/
rediscovers many times over
the source of pure, nonreciprocal
water./ keeps messing up/
but getting better at it,
or so he thinks...
"their angels are watching over them,
so i wont defame her
& i wont defame the other guy
since i'm most imperfect."
revisions in poetry :
result of new sensitivity
to language & to the Wholly Spirit.
two years can teach ya a lot.
collegetown, usa,
like a bunch of horses baffeling
over a fox, poet chases "why"
while "why" stood still/
but poet slaps himself silly/
