Hans Ostrom Poems

Memory is loyalty
to something not there.
I sit outside the past
like a dog outside
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As I reached for the moon,
it shrank to the size of my hand.
Then it turned into a disc
no thicker than a sandwich.
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A Cubist concoction of layered planes,
seems cricket. A match progresses
in a stiff-legged imperial ballet
with yachting costumes. Scoring
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(author of "Invictus")

I'm not the master of my fate,
not even an apprentice. That said,
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wash/wish goes the traffic. rain.
tacoma's not too bright today, but
let's face it: no city's a genius.
look carefully, and you'll see
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(1938-1920)

Once
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First one to the tomb.
Long black hair, deep brown
eyes, say I. Vigilant in chill
darkness, stars heavy overhead.
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Talk to the wind, the perfect listener. It
will carry your words with it gladly. Rant

your rage at fire, the perfect anger, which
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'With more data, suspected new particle vanishes.' Science News,3 September 2016, p.13


If scientists had long suspected
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You whispered my name.
My name enjoyed it.

You turned breath
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