Hans Ostrom Poems

Rabbits greeted our airplane in Paris.
On grass between tarmac strips, they
looked like brown pockets plump
with tobacco and francs. They
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I got into my car. I drove it
so it joined other cars in a long,
noisy line between one city
and another. To my left
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A stain on
linen is a flower
represented
if we see it so.
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He tried to confess
his sins to a bank.
He told the teller
about his specific
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The quay is quiet
after the day’s riotous
weather. We wonder, stunned,
about such fundamental
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When our team played in basketball tournaments,
I was secretly enthralled with the Consolation Bracket.
Winning and losing made no difference in our lives,
couldn’t affect acne or change news from Khe Sanh. The
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It’s not a question of letting
go but of never having had
hold. It’s not a question.
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Life imposes on us.
Memory superimposes,
layering life’s imprints.
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They're spending what they don't have
on stuff that they don't need.
Yeah, they're spending what they don't have
on things they do not need.
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Every flutist
owns a cloud
and keeps it tethered
to a chair
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