JDC LeDrew

'I've never seen this back fence before,
No matter.
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As I have ascended with the winds of autumn in spirit
And played her water children upon strings,
Like puppets gone mad.
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Dandelions scatter their seeds,
Carelessly toss them on the wind,
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At the lake's edge where the marsh air hangs
With heavy scents of fall.
I saw him there, about his haunts,
Where blue kingfishers call.
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In long evening shadows I went watching,
Tiptoeing through teddy bears
And capsized ships and blocks.
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I love old men.
Those who’ve stood
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So comes the bold stream.
Over smooth stones and water-heavy logs.
A flashing flow of light
That dances and jumps and leaps,
And catches the dawn in vibrant hue,
Cascades the greens to deepest blue.
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I stand alone in the wind,
But not so alone.
A snowbird's call can be heard.
He greets the day, as do I.
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I was over-long on the strand today,
Beneath the burning cancer star.
Until my lobster-legs radiate by memory its heat.
I'm over-done by wine and sun.
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We shared the river late in fall.
We three went down to heed the call,
Of he that dresses white and blue,
A fellow fisher through and through.
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I knew a moth that knew so much
He thought he’d give the light a touch.
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My long face-
My long in the tooth face looks frightened.
On this June night you are sixteen.
Seventeen friends will meet in the park
You tell me.
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FIRST MONTH OF SUMMER
It is June. In the summer of June.
The weather of June and the work of June.
While she is the fair lady to some,
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Your brother and I went clamming,
Out on the bay in our boat.
Harbor seals watched us on our way.
Their young popped-up their heads
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On the train to Pusan I saw a hawk
Not much bigger than both my hands put together
Watching her hover and swoop in constant motion
In the haze of the shipyard stacks,
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In this summer season,
I will not hang-down my head in the heat
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Though true, there once was a stand
Where you did lay down your head,
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Sleep? Sleep?
I'm sure I shall sleep.
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Riding the river in this cold dawn,
In sorrow's swirling, anguished fog.
There come thoughts that move me to ponder
And remember other times of change.
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When Love
Unknown to me,
Drifted sweetly down from misty heights,
An unknown element bathed my being.
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