Chester Maynes Poems

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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