Two Windows

Who can say what way a poet's mind works
Or if, indeed, there is a common trait
That links the minds and hands of diff'rent folks
Aside from wishes that we try to date
In carefully arranging pictures, words,
In separating chance or luck from fate?
With all our tongues and codes and styles of talk,
Different backgrounds, unique sense of place,
Perspectives on a great spectrum of dark
And light, all textures, hues, and shades,
What ties us all yet lets us make a mark
That sets voices apart upon the page?

How can two sets of eyes see the same things
And yet within find always new meanings?


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