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eccentric impoverishment

I believe in odd things

in the creeping things of scripture

in the texture of flower petals

that hold the elixir of hope

for nature

in that which doesn’t last but

really does

kind encounters with strangers

(kind when strangers encount-

with me)

joy in small things

joy even on a day that’s dim

with unlined sky

for creative impossibilities

the world doesn’t value the

arcane

things or my eccentric way of

loving them

so how am I to live

in response

I do not know is first

with fear closely behind

how do I live for real I mean

how does a world set so differently

(or I so differently to it) agree

and arrange to pay for who I am

and what I do and how

how do I find my way with

only colors in the corners

if I must direct myself toward

a blander needle point

but I need the life of hope in

creativity with the world

who salaries that

who pays me

for that artful amorphous

life