Today, I was astonished to find that my poem written on November 10, 1978, is nowhere to be found on the internet. I’ve shared it several times, but apparently not online. It calls me to action, today.

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                                                                                                November 10, 1978

There are ways
                        of releasing the soul;
                        of emptying the belly of pain,
                                           the head of aches,
                                           the heart of sorrow.

To cry, alone, in the night;
          aloud, to a friend;
To run away, forgetting;
                                    to run, forgetting;
                                                                 to sing, forgetting;

To write,
              remembering,
                                    forever.

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