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Louis Templeman was the recipient of an Honorable Mention in poetry in the 2009 Prison Writing Contest.
The Secret Place
The flowers of grass open to
my dull tread tracking
through the dew of grace,
rain of tears, flow of bloodshed
Into the sun of your beaten face.
I step into the welcome
of the wind
and pass over to the unknown
where I am desired,
beckoned by beauty, the beckoning
terror of sheer beauty.
I returned changed,
witness to the secret place,
bearing the wounds
of beauty’s face.
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