A-POET'S-TRANSPARENCY
He's the spider in the corner,
the fly on the far wall.
He clearly observes, overhears.
He sees through one and all.
Listen to his transparent poems,
food for thought find they recall.
DEALING-WITH-THE-UNDERHANDED-
DELUSION-MISS-DICKINSON?
By sleight of the poet's hand, dear Emily,
perhaps the greater truth do we get to see.
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