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           a gusher of poems
           that poured out of the house
           on Highland Street
           and watered the town
	         - Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel (“The Gusher”)


They fall from the sky
like hawks at play
and dive into our poetry,

perfect words 
we cannot claim, but do—
to hunt the periphery

for a place to light
to transform a poem
into something better.

I am reading Wilma
in Tulare next Saturday—
revisiting her real Okie poetry,

searching for the one
that breaks my drought
into a flood of verses,

a gusher of poems
that poured out of the house
on Highland Street
and watered the town