Frances Macaulay Forde Poems

I know you.
We have loved before.
We have explored
each other's landscapes
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train conversations drift
snippets of gossip
electronic reassurance
folded into the seat
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grown too fat
on the vine
achingly warm
full of promise
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White bird flickers

across a gray sky.
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There's no place for love at this time in my life.
I envy those who achieve the balance of need.

Opportunities ignored in the interest of
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Heavy metal skies.
Cloud's pregnant waiting time.
Releasing their juice,
shards of silver arrows fall.
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Autumn reflecting
Springtime opportunities
before Winter ends.
Regret to soon pass away
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How stupid do you feel
standing there, talking to yourself?

Immaculately dressed,
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It unites us,
this dream
to have choices.
Whether to work
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Driving down Alexander,
(early morning rush hour)
lecture on documentary film.
Eager for knowledge, I notes
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