Sometimes, a poem
wanders about the world
in search of its
proper place
and hour.

To learn it lovingly
by heart is
to walk with it;

To offer it freely
to another
is perhaps
to bring
it home.

(Photo: Heading West, Perfect Spring Snow, the Alps. (click on photo for posterpage)
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