I do not sing these songs
as much as mutter
over what I notice
like an itinerant priest
parsing last rites randomly
to people passing outside
nevertheless I trust what I say
matters yet to whom or how
I do not pretend to know
there is a truth to poetry
I will never understand
for it occurs without my help
I have become resigned to it
as with much of my life
things happen as they happen
(April 7, 2026)
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