Author’s Note

If I were just trying to rhyme,
My art would not portray me:

In “Like Wild Magic,”
I could flip “energy”

And change its place
With word “expends” –

But then the energy
Would not dissipate

In the flow
Of the poem

(Such as here 
Has happened).

I do not plan these things,
They just formulate within

The structure of pieces as
They discover their selves:

An instinct that comes
From years of practice

Of my joining with them
To coallesce our journey –

And a love for words
In their expressions.