June 30 – July 3, 2023

I bought a book of poems

well, some were poems, others

were blasphemous ramblings unworthy print

and yet there they were

given equal time, if not more

with words of utter beauty

words bordering on the holy

which peered over our fearful fences

into that field too few of us desire

words intermingled by our depravity

two (or even more) of them to one

as if true beauty, true holiness

were things to be forsaken

for the ugly and impure