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Labor

As we got to know one another, she would sometimes tell me, “Each poem you write is like one of your children. Each one has a spirit and the potential to flourish.”

Needless to say, I married her.

Labor

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.
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paper

Once in a while I’ll feel as if I’ve been struck by new inspiration, that I can finally go forward with my work as a poet. This has yet to stick, however.

        paper

        I see you now
                as if for the very first time
            floating before my gaze
white—changeable as the clouds
                    full of reflection
    clear—deep as a canyon pond

        perhaps you’re a spring
    gushed from furthest mystery
                a taste—artesian

        I see you now
                    suddenly as if never before
    welling up on my eyes
            sparkling clarity
                bubbling hope