Jerry Fine
started out as a stoic
and soon became a poet
huddled poets
crouch in antideluvian caves
looking for bones
washing away
barbecue stains
artisans
paint murals
wanting to set a trace
of something that will someday
command someone else's gaze
over time
for a little more than a
passing moment
in a moonlight phase
the shaman
rattles and drums
praying for rain
there are five stages of grief
and sometimes
love is a thief
in the night

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