Gene Starwind Poems

The night is black and cold and streetlamps in rows
The highways abandoned for whiskey and wine
The world is so empty it could almost be mine
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Hunched to the side, and taking her child's reaching hand
A mother in wintery clothing
The blue of her jacket and the furs `round her neck,
I notice them off in the distance
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I find myself deep in a sandy trench
Peeking o'er the top and I've found a lovely sight
A seaside at night and stretching for miles!
Ruined castles on distant knolls, an infinte coast,
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I dreamt last night of some northern land
Of a winter there!
A little old cabin and no others for miles
The chimney sending smoke into a flat white sky
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When I was a child, and my Father would drive
The road signs were green, and always pointing north
North to some place I'd never been
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Poking and picking at yellowing teeth
Sharpening formidable nails - obsessively
His table strewn with odds and ends
His keys and his phone, things from his home
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I've waited so patiently for its crispy edges
Octobers lines of frosted hedges, it's fallen piles of berries and twigs
It's beautiful dying things
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