All the beauty singing in the background, The ubiquitous breastwork of loveliness Encompassed me, if I would but open my mind, At least as wide as I could open my eyes. This periscopic gaze, a gift to me As a toddler, slowly bleached, as I aged, Into the gray of the everyday Unfocused haze, when […]
Robert Phelps
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