As a poet, I am on a pilgrimage
to a higher place, to a
state of mind where aesthetics are paramount.
My eyes are the scribes
to the wonders of the world,
my heart, the gold at the end
of the rainbow. My sensory
perception is my precious
and lasting treasure.
From those of you who love me for what I am,
I will accept your love
as a parched field absorbs
a soft summer rain,
in return, I will bestow
my life unto you in bountiful
yield.
--Pete Rheaume
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