by Perry L. Powell
A thing
is always a kind of a thing
and that’s what makes it
a thing.
As Plato knew.
And so my chair is a kind of chair.
And so you,
leaning over that chair
to kiss my forehead
reminding me of another kiss long ago,
you
are a kind of source of things that are
most warm in my world.
And so I
am a kind of fortunate thing
in this otherwise world.
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