It must be some kind of sorcery,
how we all dip into
the same alphabet-palette
of 26 letters,
and one man comes out
that create phantoms to fear,
while another’s words point to
the infinity of the gorgeous sky,
and of human possibility.
About the Poet:
Max Reif has published three books of poetry, Canticles for Meher, Every Day Music, and Journey from here to HERE. His forthcoming book of stories, Toward an Interior Sun, is being published by The Mindful Word. He has also just recorded a CD of songs, titled The Wake-Up Man. His poem, Jazz Kahuna, which appeared in POETRY BREAKFAST, has been nominated for a 2016 Best of the Net Award. He lives in the San Francisco bay area with his wife, Barbara.
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