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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Where Poetry Lives


Russian Dancers in Sacramento
Photo by Michelle Kunert



WOW

—Hafiz


Where does the real poetry
Come from?

From the amorous sighs

In this moist dark when making love

Wth form or
Spirit.

Where does poetry live?

In the eye that says, "Wow wee,"

In the overpowering felt splendor

Every sane mind knows
When it realizes—our life dance

Is only for a few magic

Seconds,


From the heart saying,

Shouting,


"I am so damn

Alive."


_____________________

—Medusa