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i wondered today thru the poems, Jake,
the ones i published, hard copy,
mine — and others
not gonna speak here
about your poems
or the one that found me you
my meandering didn’t start at the beginning
of publishing, i’ve wondered there quite often,
perhaps i will again, but not now
quite near the beginning, mid ’90’s
where my little ezine was born
i found interest of note,
mine
and others,
seventeen years post publishing,
clear as bell ringing
those that touched my heart again,
those remembered with hurt
i passed on by
passed by also
those
with neither
about one hour sufficed
to pause, to ponder,
to remember
my jake and all his facets
most important to me now
this day when i measured my life
as seventeen years a nurse
as twenty-four into poetics
bringing me around to Jake
my longest lasting understander
who never needed to ask me
for whom i write
tonight, my Jake,
i write for thee
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