George Quasha Poems

I was a man
and I was trying to save a woman in danger.

I picked her up in my arms
and flew.
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I'm feeling by ear.

Consider them gods and not cruel but ecstatic.
They have trick tongues and can't talk straight but use us as waves to curve words.
In this moment we are here for their ride. Climb on under.
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The trouble with paradise is you never want to be away from home.

I make what calls me out.
All gone before you know it.
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