Here is just one of 10 poems. You be the juror and vote for your favorite.
From an unknown place
he rustles into town, like the wind~
carrying word seed, filling the ears
of those in the gallery.
Undauntedly moving are the
fingers, hand, arm of
an artist
who attempts to
paint him in a frame.
Yet, it is only an image
of the spirit which cannot be contained.
And he soon disappears
over the dunes~ to an unknown place.
-by Bob Zappacosta
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