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Jun 2019
The words give me their
poetry;  their melodies play
in my heart, their musicality
rings in my ear. I reach for
nothing. They come to me
of their own volition,
making gifts of their inherent
grace. The place they dwell is
sacred, their provenance sacro-
sanct. I am but the blessed
receiver of their beauty.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Written by
TOD HOWARD HAWKS  81/M/Boulder, CO
(81/M/Boulder, CO)   
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