elysabeth faslund Poems

There's only one Gnu that's a gnu in
The whole, wide world.
This is not about Gnus Gnat on the
Gnuostrich....
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Waiting for the storm.
Tornado warning.
Tornado alarm.
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May this dawn dry all your tears,
that were cried just yesterday.
May this dawn be joyous bright,
chasing all your cares away...
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I seethe in foam, tides...
Swept out, swept in...
In. To the shore.
Further into tides
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What are seasons but children's soft dreams, and
Sunrise, their opening eyes?
Seeing at a glance
The days and years open...waiting,
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.
Galaxies aren't all that far...
A sleep, a dream, a travel...
You're there.
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Power and majesty...blown to hell rain.
Talking leaves...none silent...no minking
Winds...lion luscious.
Rain blown to mists, horizontal...moving
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May pillows dream
You to sleep,
Closing shades of
Night...
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To the lesser gods...
Your fingernails are dirty.
To the higher gods...
Your hair is a mess.
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The evening sky a pale rose
ripening into deep claret
pouring across the horizon
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