Alan Hickman Poems

In the spa city of Hot Springs
Old maids sit in trolley cars
Up and down the busy streets
Young men strum on blue guitars
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From the cockpit of my Daddy’s jet,
Our lawn was just a green patch on the block;
But Daddy wasn’t looking down those days
He’d flown to Thule, in a plane that swam
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You said your marriage was a failure
That you were raising a six-year-old son
All by yourself
That jobs were scarce
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At night when the lights are out
And I dare to open my eyes
What I see in the half light
Is a commonplace most rare
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And God so loved the world
That he gave his only Son
To be cursed and spat upon
Beaten and clubbed
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I'm smiling out loud to myself and why not?
The sun is still shining (the air smells of spring)
I should be able to finish my book
And the pain in my shoulder? —it's
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