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.
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.