fly then up rain dance
open my arms
and the reason gives way
when a poet stays
in this world of rain
focus not on loss
see what you’ve gained
fly then up rain dance
touch my movement
through cycles and seasons
I give way
and dance
"As you will learn later, the transformation of the stuff of my world into poetry, is a bit of a mystery to me, as I think it is for many poets.” John Haislip (1925–2011) (Literature and the Sea Conference, 1976)
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