Poet Jeffery Beam


Not that he intends
                                                        to be seen
No       not that
But instead
from the lonely cliff of his heart
an untame song becomes
a generous valve
                                          within the cherry branches

Whether the chipmunk
looks up
                            from her rocky grove
              or I
                            with bucket and sweet greed
                                          in picking
                                                               the red globes

It doesn't matter

The song itself
The only
The song

From The Fountain, 1992, North Carolina Wesleyan College Press.

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