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[The Mist]

[Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings by Juan Felipe Herrera]
for Charles Fishman

Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,
yes, it is that easy, a poem, imagine me telling you this,
instead of going day by day against the razors, well,
the judgments, all the tick-tock bronze, a leather jacket
sizing you up, the fashion mall, for example, from
the outside you think you are being entertained,
when you enter, things change, you get caught by surprise,
your mouth goes sour, you get thirsty, your legs grow cold
standing still in the middle of a storm, a poem, of course,
is always open for business too, except, as you can see,
it isn’t exactly business that pulls your spirit into
the alarming waters, there you can bathe, you can play,
you can even join in on the gossip—the mist, that is,
the mist becomes central to your existence.

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[I've taken the liberty of naming this "A Misty Dawn."
http://www.wallpaperbetter.com/nature-and-landscape-
wallpaper/beautiful-dawn-scenery-trees-lake-mist-sunrise-blurry-241870]
paganpoetry
paganpoetry: Juan's words have rung so true today that he has to have an encore. Enjoy.
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Mr_Mindblank
Mr_Mindblank: The mist, like the cloud in the previous poem.
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paganpoetry
paganpoetry: Yes, that would be apropos, the cloud following me another post. I feel as though a cloud has been following me much past the extent of these poems. For a while now.....

But I do like being swallowed by the poetic mist.....yes.
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paganpoetry
paganpoetry: me from*
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