We humans love finding patterns, connecting dots. This instinct helped us survive on the savannah - and stays with us even now, as we appreciate art.

This is the excitement, mixed with joy, we experience with free verse, as we see the underlying structure, feel the incidental rhythms as they happen, as the fuller picture emerges, as shared from the mind of the artist.

honored

all over the windows and the floors
distorted, curling shadows
the substance of our souls

physician, heal thyself
carefree, so grateful

once i tempt out
warm, ancient, hidden
all of your secrets

we're walking on air

up above the
roofs and the doors
of the city

the hazy lights

How do you feel, having read the poem?

Can you picture the scene, and the emotion in these lines?

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