every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that appreciates
Keith Wilson
once upon a time, a young man who thought he was terribly smart and bright and maybe even intellectual found a teacher who was wise, who was a poet, who had been an officer in the U.S. Navy, who knew more about the Southwest than the terribly smart young man could ever learn, who had had adventures of life and death and of silliness and love, who published a gob of books, who taught hundreds of us something of what poetry means, of what living a life of poetry looks like, and who could in five years of mentoring turn a young man who knew way too much into someone willing to spend a lifetime learning.
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