Here is another poem I wrote while on a teleconference with Jill:
Looking for Myself
I looked for myself
under the rocks
in the dirt
while watering the cats
and cleaning the plants
I looked for myself
over the mountain
and in the next town
while writing the rocks
and riding words
and crying stones
Then I stopped looking for myself
And I found . . . ME!
The Poor
1 week ago
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