Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Down near the billboard,
on fifty-seventh Street,
right where it intersects
with fancy fifth Avenue
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You will never be
on the outside to me,
although I am not
misunderstanding
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No wonder she doesn't recall
if the day was in Spring or in Fall.
In her head there are words
and a million wild birds
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And from the coffins of the dead
revenge does rear its sneering head.
Who is at fault you ask me dear
who planted bombs, thus causing fear?
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I can hear the children now,
competing with the songs
and lullabies of happiness,
of friendly frigate birds
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A boulder, mossy
waited, for an eternity
submerged,
inside the shallows.
...

A mossy rock was waiting
I sat and watched the waterfall
and tiny bubbles springing free
as if to reach the sun's warm rays.
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The very word may be too much,
one knows one's own identity
to do what seems appropriate
and somewhat lucrative, of course.
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Patience is needed for these days
though patience rarely ever pays.
Perhaps you will, through circumstance
have time to make important plans.
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Hot pokers fell into my well.
She wrote!
It's been so many moons.
She took my blood,
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