Guenevere O'Brien Poems

In the dream you were a jester
Along the way to entertain a queen
Stopping by.
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Yes, I say, of course, dear. We'll do it your way
Me? Oh no. I have nothing to say

Would you listen
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How many cups of coffee
Have we had together
In North Beach
In Santa Cruz
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You are clumsy
Fumbling and fondling
With your eyes
Glancing at my
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No one could be sure
In the aftermath
Of my massive destruction
Of the origin of the bomb
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