Recently,i started to ask-what was mine?
Breath?-a gift-same as health,
continuance,intelligence,intuition-all given
and common to most whom i know and respect for sharing
Items of ownership are temporary and time-limited
My name could be anyone's(it changes regularly
and these moments belong to both of us
Ozymandias.Rashomon.Usual Suspects
Films and poems and songs and art give me clues
as to the link between transience and transients
I interrogate childe art (well hung in galleries)
for meaning commensurate with price tags
She claims to be "folk"(like music,"naive"(like me)
reflecting the zeitgeist of shared experience
Here is where labels fall and fail to convince-
copyright ,ownership,plagiarism=same thing!
Tales told by anonymous still delight
and "attributed to" sparks coins of entry
Does Muse own us-or virtue versa?
I own 45 boxes of poetry i wish to give you now
Before the 46th is full-will you accept this gift?
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