Fred Babbin Poems

Another provocation

The quiet, leaf-green clouds of summer
Give way to the glorious red-orange-gold
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True

I did not want to be a poet,
I was dragged into it screaming,
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I must touch you
And you must touch me.
We must explore
Each other.
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We will always shopping go
Without Edgar Allan Poe.
We go shopping, hopping, hopping,
From this store to that.
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I am so pregnant
with you, poems-
I work so hard to give you birth.
I love you all
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You have touched me.
You have called me
In the midst of all the noise and bustle—
You have called me.
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When I am old, I am old
with little time left.
With little time left, with no red hat.
So I must make the most of it,
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She touched me
And I can’t forget her.
She touched me with her beauty.
She touched me with her youth
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The milk dropp on the bib.
Coffee, tea?
Did I brush my teeth?
That little bleeding knee
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