Chester Maynes

The sparrows are out tonight
In the expanse of the sky
Dashing in different motions
Like flames in several portions
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The chair says, “Sit on me”
I said, “It is boring everyday”
Looking at this screen
My eyes feel the salt
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September is
Peanut butter
Wet
In my
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Capsized like
a vessel
You poured
your “idioms”
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When I’ll write an epic for the animals
Particularly birds with their wings and beaks and claws
They’ll make me sick to think of them in the bathroom
When all the intense images I’ll see are them flying
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How melodious
Are the violins
Playing in
Your mind
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Your upside
Your windfall
Is a star-spangled
Conception
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</>This love lasts for you and me
But heaven took you away
From these arms of mine
It feels worthless, I come undone
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Chap’s centimeter—
Longer, higher
Unreachable by
A mile from where
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You love me without
My asking

You find me without
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We merry at night
Under the lamp of
The million stars
And the Milky Way
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Home is
backpack
Travel is
feet
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I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon
Killing the thought of a sad note letter
It is hurting at our last rocking moon
You tell me of some difficult weather
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The nature of poetry
The smells of evergreen
These words I write
This country poem
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Funny things cry
These tears laugh
Happy wounds
Lonely comedies
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The woods are dark and calm
Some demons are quietly playing
When some years ago
A child was drawn to his game
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The fat girl on a bench
Eats my loaves of bread
Silly act of a random circumstance
In love with herself and nonchalant
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Let me emphasize
The thought of being
In chaos.
Empty countenance
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When everything is alright
The grasses would be greener
The sky would be bluer
The sun would be brighter
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Fading—
All the dreams are fading
Mending—
Do not mend at all
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