la poema necesita

If only we could treat the ones we have in our lives,
the ones we love in our lives,
the way we treat our favorite poems

Worrying over favorite lines, with furrowed brows
Trying to understand,
that which can never be learned
that which has a meaning mercurial
changing every time

dodging full comprehension
the way fish slip out
of even the strongest hands
into water, glinting

To search without end,
and return to forever
To show others–
Look at this turn of phrase,
look at this exquisite word
picked and burnished
set apart
from all the others

Never to learn you, only by heart,
your depths unconquerable
by any mind
Trusting we can know nothing with certainty
but always trying

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