|Jeany read her poem at St. Johnsbury Athenaeum|
Friday, July 26, 2019
Jean Morris shares her poem, 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.