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Poems begin, poems end. But in-between the poet is often surprised by the journey.The process of creating a poem is only partly conscious. Some poems come to the poet completely composed and only have to be written down. Others struggle to be born, a few have a long gestation period.But none have not surprised, as the poet sometimes feels only an observer to the leaps of logic in his poetry, he is nonetheless happy to catch these special grasshoppers.This collection of poems includes: Poems(for Connie)Poemswalk aboutfilling handswith paper folds.Poemsargue withouta soundwith thosethat shoutor conversewith thosewithout a voiceof their own.Poemssail on boatsfly on planesare heldclose to heart.Poemssleep inclosetsand jumpout and singwhen a dooropens.Poemsare rarebecausethe caresof this worldcan stoptheir song.But poemswill waitthey have timeto gatherand preparefor the betterworld to come.And: WindborneThe breaking lightcollected piecesof intimacyAnd ferriedthem fromlove'shesitant abode.Flungthey werelike so muchdandeliongone to seed.Just as needof lovebecame allencompassingAnd windbornehope of renewalbecame hard togather again.And seventy-three others.Also by this poet: "Lasting Da