A Year

And so a year,

of words unleashed,

tapped,

and steamed,

dreamed,

and cleaned.

 

Pain,

and joy,

two-sided life,

and all of it explored,

the words left,

dropped along the way,

so you could find me,

and eventually,

get to know yourself,

in response,

to the words,

left along the way,

a year,

of living conspicuously,

an every day poet,

at sixty-one………

carol beach 

Photo:  Leigh Pumilia

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