A Year of Poems – Day 212

To get to clarity by garden paths,
The slow circling of eagle’s flight
around the zero point of death or life –
This is the poet’s slow dance to meaning,
The courtly show, and coy wooing of truth
Lest all blush and leave the scene too soon,
Yet the poem must still impale the heart.


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