Saturday, October 29, 2016

54th Letter: Subtle Graces

I choose to search for subtle graces,
for sprigs of hope close to the ground,
untouched by the fumes of politics
and other toxic irritants.

And life bestows this blessing:
a friend from Illinois, an able hand
at poems, painting, music (gosh, what else?),
a soul unwarped by noise and news.

How often I've said it: I've learned to expect
the excellence of your unfrantic artistry,
but still, each new poem
is an induplicable joy!

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