Anthony Dawson Poems

Bigot rover,

map researcher,
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For one full season I swayed with the leaves,

I fell to the ground in autumn,
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My earth warms,

my arctic will turn green.
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I saw your face,

the peach face;
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I stood amid destruction;

water trickled through corridors and pores emulating tears.
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Buddha sits and quietly reflects.

Buddha has been sprayed in artificial jade,
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My splendid cargo;
Tossed about on mountains of foam
But not to forever languish
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Know one ever really knew him, they just assumed
Oh how little a town can be
Scouring with grudges,
Tearing his arms
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Water seduced me in my early days

offering me the eyes of a fish,
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Shells on the sand from the live sea,

shells of automobiles rusting.
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