Telestich For A Catalyst
Though you fail to catechize
Here's a poem from a sphinx
I'm sending this elastic didactic
Hoping to someday discuss haiku with you
And answer your absent questions
I'm stuck in base silence
Hearing every addendum
Earning the right to speak openly
I propose a toast to each bright iota
In the paragraphs of your drab
Litanies; translucent as you murmur
Clerical minutes from the conclaves of Peru
Perhaps now and then a pilgrim cup
Of my soul will spill and taint
Your soul's evolution
I have an open-armed attitude
Toward life and all its joys,
Never turning away from catalysts
-Ron Bock
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