Dairedee BurrisLandwehr Poems

It's a beautiful day.
b-e-a-utiful.
The grass smells sweet and fresh.
The sky is so blue and clear, I feel as if I can reach up and touch it.
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We are hanging
by threads tossed down
like life-lines
from pinpoints
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My mother drove barefoot
Setting the needle at 80
Eating up the road
Like ashes of a lover.
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she slumped over the round
table, which had belonged to
her mother,
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The doors of perception are off their hinges
lying on the ground waiting for
someone to notice.
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Teenagers verging on adulthood;
cartoons replaced with the News, and
slumber parties meaning something completely
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The tides, they turn against me, a
lonesome traveller
fighting for the shore.
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Coffee drips
From metal lips
Draining away
Sweet dreams with it
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Inspired by all my running friends...

My fingers grip the rubber track
My feet grip the metal blocks
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I am standing on the corner of a busy street
throwing glances no one meets
giving hands that no one takes
stretching smiles no one makes.
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