Poets, like Trackers
What is anything like, but something else?
It’s up to us to connect those unseen dots
Whether written on unfolded envelopes
Or vapor signs of skywriting bi-planes
Sometimes animal disturbances in the dew
Mud prints in the beaver pond’s runway
Breath condensed on a windowpane
Audible sighs of a loved-one asleep.
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YES INDEED!
Good perspective