What way are you?

            Far from perpendicular friend
            So refill the parting glass.

            See that tendril’s curve
            Of beaten gold, well
            Clean water’s worth no less.

            Over the land, soft rain moves
            Like a cooling hand’s caress.

            True craftsmen are all whisperers-
            A fraud yells I am blessed!

            Some scholars puzzle happiness
            While a baby’s fed at breast.

            What way are you?

            Still pondering this immensity:
            Each birth ensures a death.






Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor


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