i stopt at the city library on my way home
pulled a collection of essays by kenneth
rexroth off the shelf at random
i don't know why b'cuz
reading rexroth hasn't been on my
list for like ever
but i read a very short piece
a couple pages on the chinese
poet yuan mei
an excellent 2 page appreciation
& love of poetry
simple clear deep
not a whiff of the saintly or
anointed but a vivid example
of what it means to be human
alive in time