Sometimes you want to share
a poem you wrote
not because you want to prove to others
or yourself
that you’re a poet, not because you want
to show how good it is,
but because in writing it you found
out something about
yourself, or someone else, or an incident,
something you knew but
didn’t know you knew,
until within the poem it was revealed,
a crackerjack surprise
you want to share.
Poetry is like that,
like meditation or therapy;
sometimes,
not always,
it can reveal a mystery.
magic.

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