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Jack McCarthy
From the collection of C.C. Arshagra’s Portrait Poetry
(In The Key of Listen)
1997
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To the listening of water’s flow
You Know…?
As words are of a story
And the story goes out dancing
In a natural lost and found out way
In the same time of life’s easing
You
Down a worn pebbly path
There is the music in your own erosion
Of simple twists and turning leaves
The music of speaking
About aging digests … you
You
Spirit with grace
His heart’s wisdom laughs
And lets you relate to the fall of your mask
There are present mirrors here
And the hearing lets you see
And its oozing with old truths that bubble and …
Oh, how we so must be crazy
Somehow his writing’s roll bye, bye, and bye
Through pools of sharp crystals and more clear confusion
… and just when you feel he has given …
… you some safe escape of fiction …
He leaves you to pose with a mind-seed of art
With fallings to tender
Your own understandings
© copyright 2006 C.C. Arshagra
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