Note to Self

One day relent
the next
rebel;

there is no one
for whom
all is well.

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If I Were a Museum

If I were a museum I would keep
a candle burning in the back room
to remind myself that art
is a word
implying not just
ingenuity but courage.
and snow is a word that disappears.

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Maybe Listening

Maybe listening and learning
are essentially the same,
and both might be
a sacred art,
the healing stones, the guiding stars,
the secret language of the heart.

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Wendy Videlock lives on the edge of a canyon in western Colorado. Her poems and essays appear in Best American Poetry, Poetry Magazine, The New York Times, Hudson Review, Rattle, and other venues. Her books are available from Able Muse Press. Wendy is the recipient of the Keats Soul Making Award and is a syndicated newspaper columnist for newspapers across the Four Corner States. She serves as poet laureate of Western Colorado where she advocates for the arts in public spaces. Her upcoming book is Speaking Animal in the Southwest, Essays and Poems. Find out more about Wendy HERE.