David Howerton Poems

At least they were for me.

Damn. Most times I sat on bunk
ignoring mail call
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Yellow-green -----
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----sandstone--
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Black eyes dreaming
feed improbable gears.
Lost in seat belt
not watching road.
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Down their where brown moss huddles
and dry broken yellow weeds
stick to moss and table.
Then they tumble a little
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Here in pain
forget your name
bent at heart search
the way out.
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Having watched dark gray clouds
all morning, then falling asleep
through lunch didn't notice
first few large drops rain.
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Send your address
it's the only way
I'll write.
Don't text.
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Dark morning clouds heavy windless dawn
swat drip forehead chest under arms
drained wait rain wind drying
ground soaked water runs
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