Hans Ostrom Poems

God, thanks.
Please forgive.
Help and
heal me.
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Inside sirens, emergency cycles
through its opera. Inside trucks,
firefighters suppress alarmed fear.
Inside firefighters, hearts cycle
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Red sun dropped below a psych-
iatrist’s left brain, not
to mention the Cascade Range.
The psychiatrist’s opinions rose:
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At the annual International Patience Festival,
held every other year (or so) ,
participants double-park on each other’s nerves;
wait in lines leading up to
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Yet and Still
Went up a hill
To fetch
A connotation.
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If each mistake I’ve ever made in this,
My life, were to become a snowflake, drifts
Would rise above the eaves. I’d open wide
The door and look into a blue-tinged bank
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Hiram thinks, “Here I am sitting inside
my shirt, shoes, and trousers, on a chair
at a table in a café. I am afraid
of dying. Also of nothing. I tell
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I wonder if I’ll be welcome,
and welcomed, in Heaven. I
wonder if Heaven exists, even
as I’ve risen from the font, and
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Down a long cascade of white
steps in a seaside town, a man hurries.

By contrast people of the town
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Bach over Blues
times Rock over
Mozart equals
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