Writing poetry for prizes is a fool’s errand.
Poetry
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They tell us border nets, 10,000 feet high,
What good are great blue herons reflecting our quiet thoughts
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Not upon a vasty field
Can you push a war down within the mind
where numbers cannot count and people are not people?
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GETHSEMANE
That same cry rose across fields at Antietam,
Those wounded boys so far from home
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Aubade at Eighty Five
And you pray
for help, one day at a time, sweet Jesus, as the mantra goes.