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Poets seldom finish a thought.

That is a good thing. They rarely wrap up an idea, tie a ribbon on it, and send it off in a package.

They hand you unfinished projects and open-ended musings. They trust you. They do not purport to be wise, only observant.

They are not purveyors of information or agents of answers, but inquirers of questions who "talk about trees."

When a poet falls, she leaves many unfinished poems for us … to add our own verses and muse our own musings.

God bless the poets.