Deborah Landau Poems

Richard propped up the bottles
like bowling pins
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That summer there was no girl left in me.
It gradually became clear.
It suddenly became.
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I had the idea of sitting still
while others rushed by.
I had the thought of a shop
that still sells records.
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the moon might rise and it might not
and if it brings a ghost light we will read beneath it
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At night, down the hall into the bedroom we go.
In the morning we enter the kitchen.
Places, please. On like this,
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I'm on a bike and someone's name is forming.
The road is potholes the road is dust.
Cruising the dirt, the meadow humming with bugs.
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It scares me to watch
a woman hobble along
the sidewalk, hunched adagio
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Dazzling emptiness of the black green end of summer no one
running in the yard pulse pulse the absence.

Leave them not to the empty yards.
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When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
He spoke French and English
but that didn't help.
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Well look, the wedding guests are here again.
Why not just send a card?

Snapshot. Snapshot. Smile and kiss.
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