Gratitude for Poets and Poems

Each morning

poems presented to me as if they are

prayers, or celebrations

or lamentations.

Finding stillness in a cruel world, meaning in

hopelessness or chaos, or

a void.

They visit awhile,

tell me their secrets, and when they leave,

I am slightly changed,

just a little better than before.

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