Francis Santaquilani Poems

Like up north, a breeze sets your wavy hair free,
But it's mild and you're on the bank of a warm river
Not on slick, jagged rocks by the choppy, cold sea.
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I thought I found the spot.
I dug deep like a dog
For your bones.
All night it seemed.
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The same old hugs and
Kisses fly like arrows and deflect
Off of hearts made of stone.
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No raging and
Hellish spontanious combustion,
No fiery histrionics,
Slamming doors or
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How is she doing
Down here in paradise?
You ask. Well,
Carefully, or hastely,
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Your sister

Carves the roast and
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These are dark days
By design,
Right here in paradise.
Booby trapped long, long ago
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Called home

He was. Where is home?
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