Gary Winkel Poems

The leaves are falling,
floating down
to the ground.
I cannot descend
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Embracing her body
on the skinny apartment floor.
Seemingly disconnected verses
find each other like lovers.
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Mystery. Awareness is clue.
Absurdity is answer.
Fancy dancer. Tango tapestry.
Surreal survival. Timeless tune.
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Welcome the gentle
breeze tide flute
calling upon the beach
to stop being so still.
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The picture is painted concretely,
but the message is fragmented
like broken phrases exciting,
but not enlightening you.
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This celebration never is
a tick in time magazine.
This holiday never is
a dent in payday.
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Your sentiments are striking
a chord on stone
thrown in a gospel choir
elevating my sweet time
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I'm forever beholden
to moments lost and
found in the crisp blue
winter sky over the city,
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Sitting on a sofa of dreams
with whole worlds to turn.
Listening to the big beat.
Seeing the curves
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