Heather Reid Poems

I grieve for the me that has gone.
The ONE.
The one I used to be before the Prince on his horse
galloped up to my gate and gave me some pills. They were great.
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Mallifluent eyes searched the mind of the man,
As the cracked leather trappings were cast over her back,
Why did he do this again and again,
The man at the gaping mouth of the black.
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God had sent Noah back onto his boat,
To save the hens, pigs, cows and goats,
Environment issues of which he kept note,
Needed a flood to keep Noah afloat.
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Unfolding desire
Emerging delight
Opening out
Procuring life's light
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To be read in the rhythm of a train.

Treasure it, launder it, ride a gravy train,
If the poor had lots of it would they remain the same?
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