I Don’t Know Why (4/20/2020)*

from the book "Selected Villanelles"

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(for Pablo Neruda)

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I don’t know why it came in search of me.

I don’t know when or how it came.

It came in the light or dark, I couldn’t see.

 

Dust in the wind, breezes rustle in the tree.

A speck in the universe, it has no name.

I don’t know why it came in search of me.

 

It sails in a canoe on the wild sea,

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*Won an honorable mention in the California

State Poetry Society 2021 Annual Contest