B. V. Dahlen Poems

How modern! How new!
These halogen streetlights
Turn night into day
And our front steps aglow
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Before the lacy veil of curtains
and eclipsing the linear sketch
of bare branches beyond
a vessel, sunny as it’s origins
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Over the foam
we race
storm driven
agile and swift
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I wear bright colors,
for, despite
the sadness
on this earth,
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“Up the alley” “Down the shore” are places that still hold
memories as clear yesterday itself
ragged pavement stumbles, skipping feet bound in Keds
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Sometimes I feel
I’m in the vortex of a tornado.
The world is madly swirling,
Spinning while I stand,
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As I descend the bended stairs
I’m blinded by a shaft
of ruddy blaze
which stains the foyer walls.
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So thin and frail and silent
He lies there every day
We stop and watch his labored breaths
And then go on our way
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I can but mourn for what I knew.
I never stood in domed
Or ancient forest. Never viewed
Nor untrod paths were roamed.
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I think that I shall never see
A really friendly calorie

And though my hungry mouth is prest
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