Unfinished Epilogue            For years I was a poet          though I never wrote a line of poetry. . . .          I maintain that when you are a true poet          everything you do and say is poetry.                 — KEN HEBSON, “I Was a Poet”     The final chapter is so hard to write — maybe now we can understand your Zen decision to write by not writing, fight   for words with your refusal to get bogged down in words, in semantic games that might not catch what you really mean in the fog   of too much talking and too much intending, not enough living. No epilogue — you just didn’t want the story to end.                                                                for Ken     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont December 2022