On Writing Poems

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I want
to make each
line a line poetic,
so you may hold them in your hand,
so they may stand alone,
each round word
a stone.

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I think
poetry
when I walk with the dogs,
repeating the lines that seem telling:
remembering in this way, I send a message
to my deeper self where the lines go
fishing in the dark flows
that exist
wihin.