I knew a God

…Some river before I

Was drawn to the rhythm

As if to say it could happen

The lark sang its first song.

…Some star before I

Was drawn to the glitter

No one stopped me from noticing

The last and most colorful page.

…Some rose before I

Was drawn to the aroma

With only fate left for picking

The first drop of morning dew.

…Some thorn before I

Was drawn to the pain

As if the migraine could welcome

The final confrontation with life.

by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992)

Published in 1994 in “In The Desert Sun” by The National Library of Poetry

Amazingly, it can still be found on Amazon @ https://www.amazon.ca/In-the-desert-sun-1994/dp/1561670472 OR on Alibris under http://www.alibris.com/In-the-desert-sun-1994-John-J-Purcell/book/3172050?matches=12

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