How do I know thee? Let me count the ways:

I know thee to the depth and breadth of every word

My soul can hear, when feeling the absurd

Has caught the end of being in its race.

I know thee by the posting of each day's

Beautiful new verse, as yet unheard

By any other  poet; each unreferred

To fashions ever errant,  fickle ways.

I know thee with an ear put to use 

To sound old griefs and every mis-placed faith

I know thee well, without intent to lose

Any word once uttered by your breath,

 Of smiles, tears, whatever you should choose,

Even though you speak of waiting death.

David