Mary Ann Samyn


You Can Get Tea Towels Like That


Beauty breaks in everywhere.

Welcome to the wind-powered poem.

Like the ocean or the woodcut of the ocean.

I heard the hardest things and listened.

Syntax says, you first.  Shimmer half-scolds.           

I said, I am loved.  Sometimes a correction happens.

Fear made it one full week.  A human action.                                   

I stopped making it worse than it was.                       


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