JEFFREY BOATRIGHT
1982-2001
Perhaps God is a poet who writes with words of flesh and bone and leaf and flower. Every hour of every day, words pour out of the poet’s heart, and every word is beautiful and true and worth the telling. And when each poem is perfect, and there is no more which ought to be said, the poet gently takes the words back into his heart, where they are safe forever… and then begins again. Love, Mom & Zoe Gayle
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