Terry

This is a poem about poems, Dickinson prowling like a caged and dangerous tyger with the door open but undiscovered.

A powm about poems and also about the genius that is the spirit that is the breath. In other words the reader who reads the poem aloud.

The genius of a poem is the spirit of that poem and the inspiration of breath into that poem. No lungs, no poem.

Summer is a riot of sensation and life.  Fireflies are the symbol, affirmatons of life.

Reading a poem about hope.

Beginning to explicate.