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Longing and Desire
—Byron Hoot

I do not know how longing and desire
show themselves only that they do.
I have never been ambushed
in the same place, in the same way:
a look,
a word,
a song,
a touch,
a scent,
a memory,
absence,  presence, spirit.
I do not seek them but am found
to my delight,
to my dismay heaven or hell
a pause, a turn of the heart away. 

One Thought on “Longing and Desire”

  • Hoot is a great great grandchild of the great gray poet. Walt Whitman would smile with fond recognition if he were to read Byron Hoot’s songs of the self.

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