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inking his depth
he wove
with his lines
a devastating
charm
a diver's deed
that baited
little time
as resourceful
as it was
uncomplicated

impossibly calm
rendering nuance
and range
filtering falsehoods
from the peaceably strange

gambit chaser
I boggled to guess
palm reading soother
even perhaps
a minstrel without music
I was gloved by his bare hand
such stunning revelation
sharing all those in betweens
that the poet morphs into words
just as his pen caresses a line
the reader is unabashedly caged
and his poem
circumvents the blood stream
hugging the brain
and the heart and soul
gape
bickering amongst themselves
to what hidden door of self
does this fellow own keys?
amazing really
I never even recovered enough
of my own breath
to ask him
the wide open writer
he so generously displayed
such a question
and so
here it is now
in a poem all my own
just
'Twisting In The wind'................
(Aug. 30, 2011 1128pm)