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I can scarcely wait till tomorrow

when a new life begins for me,

as it does each day,

as it does each day.

From The Round by Stanley Kunitz

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When a Miracle SpeaksWhen Asked Why I Write Poetry


If everything's connected, I want to be

the green of a leopard's eye. I want to be

a snowflake, among other snowflakes,

each unique, poised on the bareness

of a winter branch. I want to be

the glint of light on a summer wave,

a speck of salt in a tear of joy,

the giggle of a small boy playing

in a puddle of mud. I want to be

the space between notes in the intermezzo

of Mascagni’s opera, the fragrance

of lilac in the spring.

If everything's connected, I want to be

a striation of muscle in your beating heart.

Appears in Glint, 2019, MoonPath Press.