If you want to write, they said
You must read much
often
and long, they said
Read the ones whose words
move your soul
like a jet
or hot air balloon
to heaven and back
without crashing
But crashing is good too
I say,
so I read Collins and Kooser
Plath and Oliver
Rumi, Rilke, Hafiz
King David
and my friend
Susan.
I read while having my roots
done and I am undone
leak tears
as my colour flames.
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