gradually warming but never cold
like Oregon winter I saw the eyes
receiving every word or thought
pattern not obliged to understand
quite all I may have meant seeing
it is in there just enough to satisfy
rhythm sound structure and sense
meshed invisibly to make it poetry
cognac afterward and nothing said
till the next morning when it's past
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It was such a lovely reading! Thank you for coming to share your art. I raise a glass of cognac in cheers and gratitude.
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