Wellspring
The wellspring of my life gushes fourth
In black, bloody brooding of what to do.
Above all else I try,
But vaccines will never be
To guard me from catastrophe.
inspired by my verse: proverbs 4:23
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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