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by Kevin T. McEneaney
Mon Jun 27th, 2016



While blunt words of a poet are his wings

that must soar up into the clouds and sky,

his heart often remains modestly shy

when he rummages in his head for things

expressing formidable eloquence

to further reveal  the depths of his heart.

Such is the boredom of his opaque art.


A waterfall, rose, leaf become sequence

in the dramatic scene of a mirror

that reflects bright wavering light

on crepuscular shadows where small birds

twitter about random events, error,

buoyant perspectives of aerial height

which poets translate into refulgent worlds.