Francie Lynch Poems

In my Honalee,
I abandoned the wish
For time to rocket by.
The burning suns didn't sink
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Two brains, eyes, ears and lungs,
Two feet, legs, arms and hands;
Ten toes and fingers,
Two kidneys too,
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An open Rosary,
Sprawled on the table
Has the shape of Eire.
Towns joined like beads
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I escaped the lion's den.
So, I am done with hand wringing,
Dragging my palm down my nape.
Forefinger and thumb squeezing the bridge,
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I store still-lifes in my head,
Celluloid I need to shred,
Living scenes, though some be dead.
Friends in pain, distraught, alone,
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I have a slow leak of faith
In humanity.
I'm heartsick,
Funky, punky,
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How did love begin?
Was it here before original sin?
Did we pluck it from a tree?
Did you take a bite for me?
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The disembodied radio host asked:
If you could live a past experience,
What would you choose?
I searched my far and recent memories.
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The glitter is blinding.
New stars start shining.
Then memories recalled
With
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We played with sand
Up to our nails,
You swung a swishing pony-tail.
We traversed on unkempt trails,
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