John Faucett

Rookie (May 18,1961 / New Fairfield Ct)

Dear Friends

Friends, you've got to love poetry to be a part of it
What else but a love of the art
(and make no mistake about it poetry is art)
could explain endless hours spent on
one poem or even one line
squeezing it, rolling it, shaping it
into something that makes the connection
between heart and paper via pen?
Or driving an hour to stand with shaking knees

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