Is that his words
can adequately (or greater still)
express/convey/impress/display
that perfect/imperfect
moment (of existence)--
against all evidence
contrariwise.
Is that her words
are better than that moment
(if another had chanced upon it)--
that everything is
brighter/darker/deeper/taller
(but in no way caricature,
excepting when truth demands it).
For poetry, she says,
is a demanding Truth.
Is that their words
may live on longer
than their still-coiled mortality,
be praised (and justly so)
unto seven generations—
and that in doing so they (they)
would have meaning.
First published in Every Day Poets,
2011-04-24.
That magazine is gone, so this is the copy that’s left.
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