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Don Tiedemann Poems
they are the margin notes of city life details optional to any story
My Brother's First Girlfriend
Her father owned a row home on Sollers Point road just like all the other row homes owned
Spare us the drama. This just a departure, not the real thing, not a real ending. A sunset,
I Am Old The Earth Is older
Spring playing the coquette, clouds like shed lingerie. Or spring sternly denied,
Summer Journal (Take 2)
The fireflies rise like dust from a dirt road, like hot ash from an untended fire. June is contraband, ill-gotten time to be squandered like prize money.
Sometimes at night I hear the sea. It's a bridge over the bay and four counties east. It's a mystery how I came to be Six decades to the wind. At least
Notes From An Amateur
Find the words to reconcile the seen and unseen. Trick the spirit out of the hayrick.
The channel marker by Point Lookout has no interest in the weather, rocking and blinking alone and utterly sufficient
It is a blinding visitation, a piece of Summer sky come down to earth,
the sun pulls a kilroy over the trees in the east. sluggo wakes a lonely boy in his dumpster house
The cats eyes glaze as he waits by the window scanning the white and blue nothing outside.
I. Three martinis south of sober Professor Regret says it is time
The Old Man Is The Sea
The girls stand where the sand turns wet. The surf gathers itself, surges and strains to touch their brown and slender ankles.
June and Shadows
The magnolia sifts the sun's glare. Light settles like an amber mist on the lawn.
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the margin notes of city life
details optional to any story
the dragon guardians of back porch beer kegs
fiercely discharging smoke thru pursed lips
in garage doorways
reading folded papers
on the office building stairs
next to melting snow
pulling unbuttoned sweaters tight
discussing whatever a lit match
and sometimes even talk
about their weight, children, sex life...
dismiss it all in the brief cease-fire
life will honor ...