Kenneth Kesner







    have you fears . . . or cares of

    the way

    the way tears up the light?  


    found what remains to see?  

    learned that nothing wills?


    some mired others mirrored

    who’s to grope of difference here?

    can one even be . . .




    times sapphire spheres

    one  perhaps grander in view

    but both

    lightly blinded virtues of same

    yet not much less than



    if at all


    legends of homeless road appears