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Other Poets

Other poets intimidate me.
I stand in awe. They inspire,
enlighten, define the way.
They are the size of centuries,
targets of the state, martyrs, idols
that changed the language.
Me, I just barely stick my nose out.
But I don’t care, I charge

towards afternoon reckless,
excited by the rising storm
that will freshen the canyons
with the rain of love
that attends regrowth
and life’s unrelenting challenge.

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