imagine tim isaac with his
beard & a cello made
& fired in his studio—karen
bach & his raku pottery
on bay of fundy shore—
tim playing like a sweet fiend
blues on his raku cello
consider this poem a challenge
consider this poem a wake-up call
a rallying point in ongoing
mis/re/education of poet
& reader–coauthor alike
writing friends & observed people
into poems then hearing response
from them making more poems
by me & inspiring others to write
listen up folks: poems are wanted
not just at the periphery of your
vision illusive as rare birds
winter storms travel north
out of their element into yours
hopefully not plato's republic
poems live in our hearts minds
& whole bodies—all together
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There seems to be both an inundation and a dearth of poetry these days.
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