A Poem from Janet Cannon's
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the secret
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under my skin on
the last layer lowest
near the beginning
of musical muscles
before the bone
you live you have
for a long strong time
now going unnoticed
by everyday folks you
saunter through who
i am inside my heart
reinforcing remembering
and releasing your who
you are when i need
you most and confiding
your best in superlative
songs in my head while
i whistle walking down
telegraph avenue people
thinking they see only me
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Poemphlet
(Bay Area Poets' Coalition, Berkeley, CA)
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