Each Moment Anew

As a Poet,

 I don’t have to prove what I mean

 

Or reveal the pigmentation

 of colors that gleam

 

Or the height of an Angel,

 compared to a Man

 

Or whether the Devil,

 cannot or then can

 

As a Poet,

 I don’t even have to explain

 

The temperature of a sunrise,

 or a sorrow unplained

 

Or the width of my paper,

 the length of my pen

 

The fact that I’m sitting here,

 tautologies end

 

And thus as a Poet,

 I’m free to espouse

 

The beauty around me,

 without saying how

 

The magic that marvels,

 never revealing its trick

 

The hat with the rabbit,

 the joy in the mix

 

All Poetry a lens,

 through which others can view

 

Life’s focus e’er changing

 —each moment anew

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

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