The Solitary Art
Awarded the 2004 editor's choice award from the Int'l poet society (poetry.com)

Though listening to the wind & weather
I stand solitary in the center
Impervious  to  outside gestures.
The hot breath of fools
is wind to those who listen.
I've no patience for such circles
 to this wind I say not but,
 "Good riddance."
 I count myself among good men
  I profess I lived and died
 to conflict that ole conundrum
of betrayal and lies.
A solitary step
toward idol compromise
can lead to certain death
 or increase what I despise.
A fire's light
 is in fact a bright friend.
the candle of love burns
without concern
for when the wax ends.
Gentle I stood in the center
in the issue's breath & heart
for the grace  & mighty liason
of spirit and body to art.


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