Let all those paint brushes and colors
Take to canvas
What heart takes an air
Like a breath
Let all these years be panacea
Healing the world
Where I could sow my seed
Like a full grown plant
Let all remembrance be
Like a hard conch
Where time stands still
As soft as an inner snail
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The general reader will find this to be a somewhat wistful piece that bifurcates this author’s accustomed poetic terrain yet retains his indelible hallmark.
Effective and enduring images.