David Kowalczyk Poems

Live as if today was
conceived in the savage
warmth of prayer.
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Beneath the crescent moon
she dances the tarantella
with mammoth Martian crabs
of Burracho Beach.
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'My work is done. Why wait? '
-George Eastman
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Mellow as a mango.
The women, ages nine to ninety,
always dressed in black.
Lavender breezes and waves
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Maples turn scarlet.
The hills now painted dreams.
Wild geese cry 'Autumn! '
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The wind becomes a knife,
cutting the edges of your eyes.
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Her braided hair hangs
like great black ropes.
She cracks her knuckles
twenty times per waking hour.
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reality
and
fantasy
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