Ayn Timmerman Poems

You have honored a timeless bond,
from the time when plastic legs
sounded on the floor, you heard
a tempo that you never lost.
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Driving in the farmland
that silo belongs in
Piza- I hear they
have a thing for
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A cold stone sun,
white disc behind
a gray haze-
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The dark door is outlined,
a pinprick in the center,
& voices in the hall-
above and arround and outside,
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Low buzzing
car and voice
pollution of space
anonymous
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Nails extended-
I scratch behind my ear
until it bleeds-
blurred arc of a foot,
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On the subject of being alone, I think one should take note of the
heartbeat tempo deep in the ears of those who listen
to silence for silence's sake. They are lucky indeed,
they not only hear it fluxing in the canal, but those
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Boredom sets in only if you let it,
when you watch a robin trot by
and realize just how dumb a state bird it really is,
but the maples are yellow in the light,
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I.

The sun has brought
the temperature up to
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The conversation always begins with
a question, sometimes asking what
happened to it, whatever changed?
But the frustration was to great
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