two roads get me there
two kernels of poems speak to me:
the first, of anger that humans can dare
to put a ferris wheel and a hotel
in front of the view of the uplift of a great mountain,
the second, of appreciation for how perfectly
nature knows us in what it seems to casually offer
to any of us that take time and effort to notice,
I first write of the latter,
for the positive establishes a foundation,
and the negative, while important, can seduce us away
into the self-indulgence of indignation.
by Henry H. Walker
June 28, ‘15
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