Poet's Heart

I wrote to you somewhere in south Australiaa poet's heart in the eye of a hurricaneI struggle with finding words to sing these days i saidas if my thoughts are waiting in the wingsfor the stage to clear and you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here. You wrote of love from the coast of Mendocinoa poet's heart crying a fighter's tearsthe children of your body spread out across this earthlike messages written across time,measuring the years. And you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here. I heard your songs reach out to Californiaa poet's heart locked in the Coeur d’Aleneof the old men and the booze singing out the truth in livesof forgiveness and loyalties to friends,constant as the endless railroad ties and you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here. So here we are joined finally by our wordsall poets’ hearts close though far aparti remember how you said that language is a knifethat spreads what we feel across the dry crustof someone's heart. And you in your elegance and humour fill the roomyour love and your concernyour anger at the injustice of man's narrowness and fearI thank you for being here.-------------------------------Kate Wolf