Friday, July 26, 2019

Jean Morris shares her poem, A true.

Jeany read her poem at St. Johnsbury Athenaeum

A true

A true test of a stone, then, is if it feels good
            in both hands; twice enclosed.
            This and no other.

A true test of a beach, then, is what toys it shows you.
            Golden red plastic holds you, on both wrists.
            This color and no other.

A true test of a sea, then, is the song you hear.
            A wind of golden red stone;
            white wrists; enclosed hands.

A test to be true is here.



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