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Burton L. Carlson
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Muse

You are not of this earth, Earth Mother;
you are naked,
vulnerable and wise.

I have witnessed your wry sense of humor
from the School of Hard Knocks,
I surmise.

I listen to what you are saying, 
even so,
brashly step out boldly on air.

Interlocutor, Friend, and Confessor,
I am frightened
by the words that I dare.

On Poetry and ArtSpiderWeb ConnectionsApril 12, 2015
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