My Gertrude Stein

She was beautiful not for

Her body but for the way

She made you feel,

I had found my Muse

Or my Muse had found

Me, incredible splash

Of red hair, wild laughter,

Who knew more about

Life than anyone I knew

Her poetry was between

Di Prima and Plath

She showered me with gifts

Encompassing her vision

Of a poet- she was a streak

Of light across the night.

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