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VARIATIONS ON AN ENIGMA
Great mathematicians peering down
from the roof might be able
to compute in their heads
how many steps it’d take me
to cross the street while bleeding,
and if they cared and weren’t
constantly being accosted
by counterfeit pleas from near hysterics,
they’d be as surprised as I am
that my beard is coming in gray
--Howie Good
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LEGS, THEY SAY, MEAN NOTHING
Wait until morning is cautious, they say,
is not yet cavorting into afternoon.
Then, before the sun acknowledges,
does all that smoldering,
adhere to gravity's patterns.
--Colin James
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The Poet, the Elitist, and the Unnamed Creator
When an art form gets labeled, it becomes something real,
something tangible and malleable, and therefore acceptable.
For the poet—the one who has accepted the label—it means
a definitive identity.
--Dan Cavallari
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