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body of my woman i will live on through your marvelousness
my thirst my desire without end my wavering road
dark river beds down which the eternal thirst is flowing and the fatigue is flowing and the grief without shore | img2poems |
dust-cakes still see gilgamesh feed the dead
so be their guest
do again what auden saidgood poets do: bite break their bread | img2poems |
i hid my love when young till icouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly i hid my love to my despitetill i could not bear to look at light:i dare not gaze upon her facebut left her memory in each place where'er i saw a wild flower liei kissed and bade my love good-bye
i met her in the greenest dells where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye the bee kissed and went singing by a sunbeam found a passage there a gold chain round her neck so fair as secret as the wild bee's songshe lay there all the summer long
i hid my love in field and towntill e'en the breeze would knock me down the bees seemed singing ballads o'er the fly's bass turned a lion's roar and even silence found a tongue to haunt me all the summer long the riddle nature could not provewas nothing else but secret love | img2poems |
i cannot freeze sound or collapse phantom scaffolding i open one contradiction after another
they call this erotic intelligence or emptiness they abuse the powdery line at once blessed and beautiful and blank as benign limbs where have you gone in your red dress
you have done nothing wrong and you are not condemned naked as a word the body's modifications no matter how infinitesimal are all that is given | img2poems |
the woman the tiger the door the man the choice
riddles are soulless
in them it is never raining | img2poems |
she compared the man to plants to the plants having a nervous aspect and being motionless
the man coming when he had the sense of being delayed in leaving as if being slowed down had made him come and was exciting and it was during the afternoon with people walking around
he was late and had to go somewhere and came with a feeling of delay and retarding rather than out of nervousness | img2poems |
what if to taste and see to notice things to stand each is up against emptinessfor a moment or an eternity images collected in consciousnesslike a tree alone on the horizon is the main reason we're on the planet
the food's here of the first crow to arrive numbers two and three at a safe distance then approaching the hand-created tasteof leftover coconut macaroons
the instant sparks in the earth's awareness | img2poems |
yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of asomewhat obscure to be sure university spendsher time looking picturesque under
the as it happens quiteerroneous impression that he
nascitur | img2poems |
furrowed motherland i swear that in your ashesyou will be born like a flower of eternal wateri swear that from your mouth of thirst will come to the airthe petals of bread the spiltinaugurated flower
cursed cursed cursed be those who with an ax and serpentcame to your earthly arena cursed thosewho waited for this day to open the doorof the dwelling to the moor and the bandit:what have you achieved
bring bring the lamp see the soaked earth see the blackened little boneeaten by the flames the garmentof murdered spain | img2poems |
naked he lies in the blinded room
chainsmoking cradled by drugs by jazz
as never by any lover's cradling flesh | img2poems |
miles davis coolly blows for him
o pena negra sensual flamenco blues
the red clay foxfire voice of lady day | img2poems |
he hides on the dark side of the moon
takes refuge in a stained-glass cell
flies to a clockless country of crystal | img2poems |
my grandmother kissesas if bombs are bursting in the backyard where mint and jasmine lace their perfumesthrough the kitchen window as if somewhere a body is falling apartand flames are making their way backthrough the intricacies of a young boy's thigh as if to walk out the door your torsowould dance from exit wounds
when my grandmother kisses there would beno flashy smooching no western musicof pursed lips she kisses as if to breatheyou inside her nose pressed to cheekso that your scent is relearnedand your sweat pearls into drops of goldinside her lungs as if while she holds youdeath also is clutching your wrist
my grandmother kisses as if historynever ended as if somewherea body is stillfalling apart | img2poems |
a yellow leaf from the darknesshops like a frog before me
why should i start and stand still
i was watching the woman that bore mestretched in the brindled darknessof the sick-room rigid with willto die: and the quick leaf tore meback to this rainy swillof leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me | img2poems |
we had been together so very long you willing to swim with mejust last month myself merely smallin the ocean of splendor and light the reflections and distortions of us and now when i see the man from british petroleumlift you up dead from the plasticbin of death he with a smile you burnedand covered with red-black oil torchedand pained all i can think is that i loved your life the very air you exhaled when you rose old great mother the beautiful swimmer the mosaic growth of shellso detailed no part of yousimple meaningless or able to be createdby any human only destroyed
how can they learnthe secret importanceof your beaten heart the eyes of another intelligencethan ours maybe greater with claws flippers plastron
forgive us for being thrown off true for our trespasses in the eddies of the waterwhere we first walked | img2poems |
xiiiit was evening all afternoon
it was snowingand it was going to snow
the blackbird satin the cedar-limbs | img2poems |
gray prinked with rose white tipped with blue shoes with gay hose sleeves of chrome hue fluffed frills of white dark bordered light such shimmerings throughtrees of emerald green are eyedthis afternoon from the road outside
they whirl around:many laughters runwith a cascade's sound then a mere one
a bell: they flee:silence then: so it will besome day againwith them with me | img2poems |
since there is no place large enoughto contain so much happiness you shrug you raise your hands and it flows out of youinto everything you touch
you are not responsible
you take no credit as the night sky takes no creditfor the moon but continues to hold it and share it and in that way be known | img2poems |
you do know right that between the no-longer amp the still-to-comeyou are being continuallytattooed inkedwith the skulls ofeveryoneyou've ever loved the you amp the you amp the you amp the you you don'tsit in a chair thumbthrough a binder pick adesign it simplyhappens each time youbring your fingers to your faceto inhale him back into you
tiny skulls some of us arecovered
you love couldsimply tattoo an opendoor lightpouring in from somewhereoutside youcould make your body a doorso it appears you are madeof light | img2poems |
waiting inside of the night i could make out the mound amp her eyes the blank embrace
of innocence when she returned
it's your turn it's always your turn the night says | img2poems |
gold-brown upon the sated floodthe rock-vine clusters lift and sway:vast wings above the lambent waters broodof sullen day
a waste of waters ruthlesslysways and uplifts its weedy mane where brooding day stares down upon the seain dull disdain
uplift and sway o golden vine thy clustered fruits to love's full flood lambent and vast and ruthless as is thineincertitude | img2poems |
spring
too long
gongula | img2poems |
as she laughed i was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill
i was drawn in by short gasps inhaled at each momentary recovery lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles
an elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table saying: if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden | img2poems |
dance dance like a dancing bear cry like a parrot chatter like an ape
let us take the air in a tobacco trance well
and what if she should die some afternoon afternoon grey and smoky evening yellow and rose should die and leave me sitting pen in hand with the smoke coming down above the housetops doubtful for a while not knowing what to feel or if i understand or whether wise or foolish tardy or too soon | img2poems |
what is poetry
is it a mosaicof coloured stones which curiously are wroughtinto a pattern
rather glass that's taughtby patient labor any hue to takeand glowing with a sumptuous splendor makebeauty a thing of awe where sunbeams caught transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraughtwith storied meaning for religion's sake | img2poems |
caliban speaks to stephano and trinculo
be not afeard the isle is full of noises sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not
sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentswill hum about mine ears and sometime voices that if i then had waked after long sleep will make me sleep again: and then in dreaming the clouds methought would open and show richesready to drop upon me that when i waked i cried to dream again | img2poems |
knocking within
anon anon
i pray you remember the porter | img2poems |
if i should die and you should live and time should gurgle on and morn should beam and noon should burn as it has usual done if birds should build as early and bees as bustling go one might depart at optionfrom enterprise below
't is sweet to know that stocks will standwhen we with daisies lie that commerce will continue and trades as briskly fly
it makes the parting tranquiland keeps the soul serene that gentlemen so sprightlyconduct the pleasing scene | img2poems |
what's the railroad to me
i never go to seewhere it ends
it fills a few hollows and makes banks for the swallows it sets the sand a-blowing and the blackberries a-growing | img2poems |
teach me i am forgotten by the deadand that the dead is by herself forgotand i no longer would keep terms with me
i would not murder steal or fornicate nor with ambition break the peace of townsbut i would bury my ambitionthe hope amp action of my sovereign soulin miserable ruin
nor a hopeshould ever make a holiday for mei would not be the fool of accidenti would not have a project seek an endthat needed aughtbeyond the handful of my present meansthe sun of duty drop from his firmamentto be a rushlight for each petty endi would not harm my fellow menon this low argument 'twould harm myself | img2poems |
oh could i raise the darken'd veil which hides my future life from me could unborn ages slowly sail before my view and could i seemy every action painted there to cast one look i would not dare
there poverty and grief might stand and dark despair's corroding hand would make me seek the lonely tombto slumber in its endless gloom
then let me never cast a look within fate's fix'd mysterious book | img2poems |
when haughty expectations prostrate lie and grandeur crouches like a guilty thing oft shall the lowly weak till nature bringmature release in fair societysurvive and fortune's utmost anger try like these frail snow-drops that together cling and nod their helmets smitten by the wingof many a furious whirlblast sweeping by
observe the faithful flowers
if small to greatmay lead the thoughts thus struggling used to standthe emathian phalanx nobly obstinate and so the bright immortal theban band whom onset fiercely urged at jove's command might overwhelm but could not separate | img2poems |
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over me the wind swirls
i have stood on your portaland i know you are further than this still further on another cliff | img2poems |
o solitude
if i must with thee dwell let it not be among the jumbled heapof murky buildings climb with me the steep nature's observatory whence the dell its flowery slopes its river's crystal swell may seem a span let me thy vigils keep'mongst boughs pavillion'd where the deer's swift leapstartles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell
but though i'll gladly trace these scenes with thee yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind whose words are images of thoughts refin'd is my soul's pleasure and it sure must bealmost the highest bliss of human-kind when to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee | img2poems |
everything he thought he was hereon earth to do has been left undone
through the treesthe spores move on their sinister ways
i put down the science magazine writtenfor elementary school kidsin which i have briefly disappeared | img2poems |
an extra day
extraordinarily like any other
and stillthere is some generosity to it like a letter re-readable after its writer has died | img2poems |
you only watch the news to find outwhere the fires are burning which waythe wind is blowing and whetherit will rain
forecast ahead but first:a mother's boy laid outin the street for hours
these facts don't wash away | img2poems |
how sleep the brave who sink to restby all their country's wishes blest
when spring with dewy fingers cold returns to deck their hallow'd mold she there shall dress a sweeter sodthan fancy's feet have ever trod
by fairy hands their knell is rung by forms unseen their dirge is sung there honor comes a pilgrim grey to bless the turf that wraps their clay and freedom shall a-while repair to dwell a weeping hermit there | img2poems |
in things of moment on thy self depend nor trust too far thy servant or thy friend:with private views thy friend may promise fair and servants very seldom prove sincere
what can be done with care perform to day dangers unthought-of will attend delay your distant prospects all precarious are and fortune is as fickle as she's fair
nor trivial loss nor trivial gain despise molehills if often heap'd to mountains rise:weigh every small expence and nothing waste farthings long sav'd amount to pounds at last | img2poems |
true love is but a humble low-born thing and hath its food served up in earthen ware it is a thing to walk with hand in hand through the every-dayness of this work-day world baring its tender feet to every roughness yet letting not one heart-beat go astrayfrom beauty's law of plainness and content a simple fire-side thing whose quiet smilecan warm earth's poorest hovel to a home which when our autumn cometh as it must and life in the chill wind shivers bare and leafless shall still be blest with indian-summer youthin bleak november and with thankful heart smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit as full of sunshine to our aged eyesas when it nursed the blossoms of our spring
such is true love which steals into the heartwith feet as silent as the lightsome dawnthat kisses smooth the rough brows of the dark and hath its will through blissful gentleness not like a rocket which with savage glare whirrs suddenly up then bursts and leaves the nightpainfully quivering on the dazed eyes a love that gives and takes that seeth faults not with flaw-seeking eyes like needle-points but loving kindly ever looks them downwith the o'ercoming faith of meek forgiveness a love that shall be new and fresh each hour as is the golden mystery of sunset or the sweet coming of the evening-star alike and yet most unlike every day and seeming ever best and fairest now a love that doth not kneel for what it seeks but faces truth and beauty as their peer showing its worthiness of noble thoughtsby a clear sense of inward nobleness a love that in its object findeth notall grace and beauty and enough to sateits thirst of blessing but in all of goodfound there it sees but heaven-granted typesof good and beauty in the soul of man and traces in the simplest heart that beats a family-likeness to its chosen one that claims of it the rights of brotherhood
for love is blind but with the fleshly eye that so its inner sight may be more clear and outward shows of beauty only soare needful at the first as is a handto guide and to uphold an infant's steps:great spirits need them not their earnest lookpierces the body's mask of thin disguise and beauty ever is to them revealed behind the unshapeliest meanest lump of clay with arms outstretched and eager face ablaze yearning to be but understood and loved | img2poems |
the white violetis scented on its stalk the sea-violetfragile as agate lies fronting all the windamong the torn shellson the sand-bank
the greater blue violetsflutter on the hill but who would change for thesewho would change for theseone root of the white sort
violetyour grasp is frailon the edge of the sand-hill but you catch the light frost a star edges with its fire | img2poems |
as they pull up a black man and his boy straighten two rows of shin-high cotton apart
with identical gestures they removestraw hats wipe their foreheads with their sleeves
their welcoming glance meets carver's eyesat the velocity of light | img2poems |
out of the storm that muffles shining nightflash roses ghastly-sweet and lilies far too pale
there is a pang of livid light a terror of familiarity i see a dripping swirl of leaves and petalsthat i once tended happily borders of flattened frightened little things and writhing paths i surely walked in that other life day
my specter-garden beckons to me gibbers horribly and vanishes | img2poems |
yesterday's newspaper becomes last week'snewspapers spread out like a hand-held fanin front of the face of the apartmentdoor
a dog does the argos-thing inside waiting beside o as though his bodyis but an ithaca waiting the soul'sreturn
neil the super will soon come upwith the key but only in time to finddoreen the on-the-down-low-friend-with-perks there already kneeling between the two stroking the hair of both o and the dog wondering who had been walking the dog | img2poems |
he shivered in the dampness of that space but in the end
it was easy for him to slide his eyes awakein the dark and empty cavern
and count the living stars upon the walls | img2poems |
and you there stranger in the swayof it what would you have donethere in the ruins when they rose
from you when the burning wingsascended when the old ghostsshook the music from your branches and the great lie
of your one sweet life was lifted | img2poems |
they carved the letters yellow and paintedthe wood around the letters green chained a picnic table to the grassout near where the roof of the deadmall directs a crackof sunset to radiate the burger king sign gold
last place open after midnight:then apartment windows holdstars and satellites in the cold
a creek runs like a paper foldfrom one corner of park to other twenty or thirty blocks from whereshe took her first breaths of infancyin the only city i know ofwith the letters for poetthat does not also carrya port or a point in its name | img2poems |
laughter and shit talk rolllike distant thunder
make bridgesof fragments
end in guardedembraces as quick as they are firm | img2poems |
perhaps in a sincere gesture of protestthe managing editor decided it besti welcome the grand imperial wizardto channel nine guide him back tothe senior producer's glass cubewhere he would proceed to engagein heated words with the generalmanager whose robe hung upstairson the executive suite door
neitherof us offered our hands
staffers gatheredaround me at the desk for a better viewof the meeting questioned the causefor vein pop and venom bleedthrough office walls summer sunredefining our faces | img2poems |
then what
the snowon the other side
the soundof what i know amp your no inside it | img2poems |
the migrations migrating elsewhere monarchs lost on their way south children coming northin droves on their way to anywhere else
the city of lost souls blowing in the santa ana windsand people who are not us no matter who we are
where is she now he asks what ever happened to the girlnamed for a saint the one with the ankle tattoothe one who dropped out lost out amp only just arrived | img2poems |
as if opening a crepe sailon a raft of lindendownriver with noglacial cut swerve downsoft like bourbon if i couldask the waters thento chop to shakean apology when you cryi feel a wet bank in mering dry here i'll wrap youin the piano shawl from the uprightto your fists a sprayof dandelion and comb my lastcompassion to grasp
goodbye friend
willowsdip to your lipsdew from their leafeddigits feast nowon the cold blue soupof sky the iron from bankwatergilts your blood i'll breaka bottle on your gunwaleand read brokenpoems from the shoreas the dark rivercurls back white from the cheap timberas if letting what's made to driftdrift | img2poems |
within the circuit of this plodding life there enter moments of an azure hue untarnished fair as is the violetor anemone when the spring strews themby some meandering rivulet which makethe best philosophy untrue that aimsbut to console man for his grievances
i have remembered when the winter came high in my chamber in the frosty nights when in the still light of the cheerful moon on every twig and rail and jutting spout the icy spears were adding to their lengthagainst the arrows of the coming sun how in the shimmering noon of summer pastsome unrecorded beam slanted acrossthe upland pastures where the johnswort grew or heard amid the verdure of my mind the bee's long smothered hum on the blue flagloitering amidst the mead or busy rill which now through all its course stands still and dumbits own memorial purling at its playalong the slopes and through the meadows next until its youthful sound was hushed at lastin the staid current of the lowland stream or seen the furrows shine but late upturned and where the fieldfare followed in the rear when all the fields around lay bound and hoarbeneath a thick integument of snow
so by god's cheap economy made richto go upon my winter's task again | img2poems |
let's grow old together
don't be scaredof gertrude stein
be brave | img2poems |
the pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutterssomething which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical laughter while slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters
further down the valley the clustered tombstones recede winding about their dimness the mist's grey cerements afterthe street lamps in the darkness have suddenly started to bleed
the leaves fly over the window and utter a word as they passto the face that leans from the darkness intent with two dark-filled eyesthat watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass | img2poems |
that none of all the fires shall scorch and shredthe hair beneath
stand further off then
go | img2poems |
rock wools water fans earth scale mouse ears dust ash-of-the-woods
transformers unvalued uncounted
cell by cell word by word making a world they could live in | img2poems |
i dreamt of making sense parts of speech caught up in sheetsand blankets long strips of fabricwrapped loosely around shoulders goblets urns cups with unmatched saucers
you were there and the past seemed important what was said what was done feelings felt but maybe not expressed signs randomly connectedyet vital to what comes next to a coming season next year's trip to nauset beach
i woke up wanting to read a poem by that name and i found one with a lifeguard's chair a broken shell gulls watching egrets home an ocean away | img2poems |
thank you for dreaming of mefor letting me knowfor waking up to remember that you dreamedi never wake up when i dream of you
what woke you upwas it someoneelse's body
a small thrill a little secret is oursa desire for safe travelin unspilled blood | img2poems |
if you should tire of loving mesome one of our far days oh never start to hide your heartor cover thought with praise
for every word you would not saybe sure my heart has heard so go from me all silentlywithout a kiss or word
for god must give you happiness | img2poems |
here is every holiday you hated every hard time each steamy summer wish
you closed your eyesin the wooden stairwell leaning your head against the wall knowing a bigger world loomed
it's still out there and it's tucked in this keyboard too now we are an organ now we are an oboe now we are young or ancient now we are smelling wallpaper in the houseour grandfather sold with every cabinet table and doily included but we are still adrift floating thrum-full of longing layers of sound | img2poems |
and already the fair flesh dispersed the proud form broken
the glaciers move from the north and the sun is dying
and into the chasm of time alone and tiny | img2poems |
seventy-seven betrayers will stand by the road and those who love you will be few but stronger
seventy-seven betrayers skilful and various but do not fear them: they are unimportant
you must learn soon soon that despite judasthe great betrayals are impersonal | img2poems |
you must learn soon soon that even lovecan be no shield against the abstract demons
time cold and fire and the law of pain the law of things falling and the law of forgetting
the messengers of faces and names knownor of forms familiar are innocent | img2poems |
remember judge and you shallbe judgedfor laughing in school for beingstupid and always wrong
penance like the scent of the sheepis slow o' weary its coata kind of fluff that goes upin filament theory
your own life ahead follows youlike a scientist posing as a shepherd | img2poems |
devoutly worshipping the oakwherein the barred owl stares the little feathered forest folkare praying sleepy prayers
praying the summer to be longand drowsy to the end and daily full of sun and song that broken hopes may mend
praying the golden age to stayuntil the whip-poor-willappoints a windy moving day and hurries from the hill | img2poems |
i have known hours built like cities house on grey house with streets betweenthat lead to straggling roads and trail off forgotten in a field of green
hours made like mountains liftingwhite crests out of the fog and rain and woven of forbidden music hours eternal in their pain
life is a tapestry of hoursforever mellowing in tone where all things blend even the longingfor hours i have never known | img2poems |
out of the dark cupyour voice broke like a flower
it trembled swaying on its taut stem
the caress in its touchmade my eyes close | img2poems |
after james mcneill whistler there is a dance at water's edge a movement between the lake its sandand the horizon where lake becomes cloud
between those lines our world'sa thin wash of muted tones beigeand gray with a hint of white almost abstract until the dancersteps out into the pool
she makes the whole thing real | img2poems |
that you can see already where more doors
were and birds the ropey circuitry
the wall will bare is an occupancy of mine | img2poems |
i loved the water of you the snake ofyou everything amorphous and short-lived
as i expected nothing to last of us
but when the waves break i still call them by name | img2poems |
to remember people in the actof speaking is to love themand not the turquoise substrateredon supposed was all there wasto vases any container the vesselobjects are
to rememberpeople in the act of speakingis to love them but not for anythingthey say
an open mouthunembarrassed in the lower partsof the face vase that whenit's drawn becomes a lampnow that it's getting darkerearlier done before we arefinished forgetting not to be thinking about the lip of the vaseor a smudge of stray indigoabove it and the butterfly aboutto test the limits of what's happenedonce and less than once | img2poems |
why do the lilies goggle their tongues at mewhen i pluck them and writhe and twist and strangle themselves against my fingers so that i can hardly weave the garlandfor your hair
why do they shriek your nameand spit at mewhen i would cluster them
must i kill themto make them lie still and send you a wreath of lolling corpsesto turn putrid and softon your foreheadwhile you dance | img2poems |
a sword thrustinto the city
it's thissimple: there isnothing within uslike what we areinside this window
colossal seppuku you are the skybefore the sky | img2poems |
we survey our closed dominion
until we look up in august
to find comet dust flaring in the night | img2poems |
this vastness this vertiginous awareness
mocking gravity on our speck of now
wakes us with a recalibrating jolt | img2poems |
still wet tears run halfway down the girl's cheeks
after so many years play the cold rain you've brought back
a seagull plunges then flies back up you hear clearly this kiss | img2poems |
in turn i ask their help in making visible
the contradictions and identities among us
if there's a point it's this | img2poems |
one by one like actors in a play that ran for years
and wowed the world they link their hands and bow
before the curtain falls | img2poems |
fold down to touch on each side
a kind of prayer to clasp what damp they can
against the too much light | img2poems |
she lies on my chest to sleep rising
and falling rising and falling like a rowboat
fastened to a battered dock by a string | img2poems |
its oldest branches now the survivors carved
by knife blades rain and wind are sending shoots
straight up blood red into the light again | img2poems |
my shell said she likes the king and queen
of the poetry palace because they listen to her
she tells them all the secrets of the ocean | img2poems |
another ragged breath was drawn
as they pumped and sputtered
and took to the clouding sky | img2poems |
my open palm closing
and disappearing
in his fist | img2poems |
iv
i point to my body and say oh this old thing
no i just slipped it on | img2poems |
like this: two fingers in the jam jar
like this: an elbow in the bathwater
like this: a hand in the drawer | img2poems |
the radio in the kitchen
is stuck in the year i was born
the capitals of the world are burning | img2poems |
all against all
is to come
that's the word | img2poems |
she's a pair of scissors
trimming lament
to allow for all i don't know | img2poems |
and look at those prehistoric feet
no doubt she's realized the secret to surviving
her own tribe's slaughter and dispersal | img2poems |
words move
but the word is fixed
the true blank | img2poems |
wind from an axe that struck wood
a hundred years ago
lifts the thin flags of the town | img2poems |
pulling the white sheet
over your bare shoulder
i marry you again | img2poems |
as the late sun lit up an orchard
behind the strip mall
and they sat in the dark holding hands | img2poems |
that's how much he's missed you good dog
companion dog dog-of-all-types most excellent dog
i told you once and for all we should never get | img2poems |
in a sacred wood
they say
tomorrow we are gone | img2poems |
and she strolls calmly away pecking and pausing
not watching him astonished to discover
all these seeds spread just for her in the dirt | img2poems |
like turtles they are quite self-contained
if they seem sad it is only the same sadness
we all feel unlovely growing slowly cold | img2poems |
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