Guest in My Swamp

Reading Brian Doyle and it’s like
He took a vacation in my head, with a canoe or
Kayak, paddling around the marsh collecting lily
Pads and skunk cabbages, so prevalent in the dark spots,
And weaving them into a poem that speaks
Exactly to me and finds, dead on, the absolute place
That renders me awed and agape at the perfection of it,
The ultimate gift, you know?


About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Guest in My Swamp

  1. Greg Kentera says:

    There is but one reality…however some of us see “Differently” and we are better for it.

  2. Debra says:

    Brian inspired, but you already had the eyes to see. Awesome.

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