poetry talk
----ambling down path in back
----like hunters without guns
----brushing in warm grass of friendship
----shivering in the pleasure of the hunt
people talk
----I picked a stick off path and
----tore green bark off
----it shaped in two parts
----like a boomerang but
----under the bark
----parts grew together with
----sweet smell of green
poetry again
----reciting and recalling
----lines to love and live
----down the trodden, yet fresh path in back
----and the setting sun warmed
1981
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