She Is by Frederick K Foote
She is
square blocks
of white
marble
Substantial
in every way
Riding a
prancing pony
of pride
Hiding
a dark
nag of
doubt
Love in a Modern Time by Frederick K Foote
It sneaks ashore like light leaking under a doorway
It has the magical mischief of effortlessly joining the family
with a handshake, a hug, a kiss, a fist bump, a cough, or a sneeze
It loves the lonely, the incarcerated, the institutionalized,
the suffering, its love consumes them, banishes them, and It
is restless even in Its domination and seeks authority over nations
It humbles science, the military, politicians, and commerce
the world dances to its tune of isolationist separation
It alienates our affections and laughs at our insurrections
It will not accept our peace terms or unconditional surrender
It will love us where it finds us until it finds us no more
Frederick K Foote
(The image is of our friend, Mr. Foote)
Saragun Springs 
I wonder what physical entity Mr. Foote is writing about in the first of today’s two poems. It seems to be a cityscape with statues and the like; or is it purely metaphorical? The second verse is more far-reaching and encompassing and moves me to remark that, a week ago, had you told me I would soon come to prefer Frederick Foote’s poetry to his prose, I would’ve called you crazy. But you would not have been mistaken.
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Fred
I see a place that has achieved a personality in the first poem. The second creates the image of The Big Thing all families (or groups) create that is never directly spoken of.
As with your prose your poems create visions that are clear yet not obvious.
Leila
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