Don Pearson Poems

(for Suzanna)

I destroyed my books.
As I made my own footpath,
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Once we lay together,
Making love or sleeping
Wrapped around one another,
Close-huddled like kittens,
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(for Mary Elms and Chris Brooks)

She lies, arms enfolding her head,
Bewildered, half-dressed on the bed.
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When I watch a football match
In you I do exult.
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Only the weak, he thought,
Would live to see the end.
He found the courage
To change for the better
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The sea is always dangerous.
Its currents stir my depths.
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Fairground laughter rings.
A man squats on the dry grass
Weeping for his youth.
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(for Eleanor)

Outside and within,
I check for prints in the snow.
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(For Eleanor)

I, too, am fragile –
If you throw me to the ground
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Age forgets its reckless acts
Remembers only what it wants,
“The young today show no respect.
It was not like that in our day.”
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