Poems poetically
pole the Poet into a
balancing axis
for endlessly revolving surfaces,
tender leaves are forest gifts
to represent the earth
growing out of decay,
the minds’ youngest buds
live on the revolving transformation
of live enduring mountains of thought, and
clear their pores in the melting sea.
And open fields spawn
their harvest in the passing
rain of the plain, as
the spring divines its
collections to the ocean,
and the great waters
continual upheavings speed toward subtle gatherings.
Shepherds with light fingers,
staff guided by the winds,
spinning their
auras into the
sun.Poems Poetically by Bob Kaufman
Photo by jabroyles


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