Jeffrey SpahrSummers Poems

And so I carry you this last time
To your exhausted bed of death
Where words of hope faith fear
Lock our eyes in a final salute
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me
love
faith
heart
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But her sweet gutteral scent
Permeates through the house still
Like dull shafts of sunlight
Hung dusty in the windows.
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We sit alone across the table
Unable to account for the storm
Driving through our lives like tourists
Slowing to point at the sight of us
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I love to swim
with blossoms in the stream
air alive with sunlight
and drink the tale of years.
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Done with the day's challenge
I reflect slow down
Watch the screen savers
Flying through space and
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lies broken on the floor like a wine glass shattered tossed
into the fireplace as if in celebration of something I cannot
comprehend the cold needle is stuck due west north west
not magnetic north where I want to explore the wilderness
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I stand outside with two tourists
They are watching me smoke
As I inhale and hold the smoke
Deep in my lungs with purpose
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Suddenly she appears out of nowhere
Her miniature fingers grip the counter
Her big Bambi eyes peer over the desk
Her head an umbrella of sky blue cap
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The best of both worlds, they say
And it's true
The Blue Train is special,
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