A Dedication

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Maya
gave weight
to
loose verbs,
nouns,
pronouns,
and
those
lazy adjectives
for the
world
to
consume
piece
by
every
morsel;

and
she
spoke truth
to
poetry’s intent,
and
instilled
meaning into
what
we
do
as poets
on
the regular,
like
wind
does when
he’s
a
bit
moody.

She
gave way
to
the
nature of
a pen
navigating
charts,
graphs, and
tides
to
find
the
perfect Sailor
to
tread
those
rough seas.

Maya,
she threw us
a
few letters
at
a
time
for us
to
compose
like mathematics.
In her death,
we
are
still
left standing,
but
rising
as far
her
quiet
nature
stirred
us
to
do from
the
beginning.

Sleep well Maya.

Sleep well.

M.C. Davis

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