Francie Lynch Poems

Our skin is a thin veneer
Plied over masks
That put a face on
Our many selves.
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When you find peace in my arms,
Deny chance.
I craddled seedlings to the table
By weeding.
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Late last night
A spectral fog
Billowed off the lake,
Came clouding down my street.
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We minimilize,
See a world of green;
Prefer concerted solitude
And simplicity.
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I met a girl
With the look of the day.
Unadorned, not plain;
No ink or glitter
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I love the Seasons:
The luminescent sproutings,
The melt, the harlequin winds
And the knee-deep sun.
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My secret
Is richer than a winning ticket;
Buried,
Like waiting treasure;
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Beneath the calm
Of moonlit leaves,
Lying lovers
Shoot the breeze.
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We are stars
Above the sun;
No one hears
Or sees us come.
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I knew I would be right.
We believed it to be true.
But
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