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.
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Kevin McCann
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