Jimi Doyle Poems

maybe a lady
full of love already
will fix upon this stray
and trim him
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cold grief or demented vacuum?

grey head in coffin
suicide neck
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birds are perched
various and serene
in a sun bleached bare tree
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June wore her green dress, long her favorite color
the color of her ancient Roman clan
Roman Green
June wore her green dress...as my finger traced a soft essay
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Strong enough to carry
a war army on your back
union of purpose
heart with hand
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a hop, a flip, and
a circus of flight

little brown bird
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No vanity fair magazine
to float on cold water
and arc further out
with sea moss and iodine kelp
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which line is better:

'art gives proof to our ideals'
or
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first the seed

...in March the muffle cover of snow disappears
and good Illinois soil emits
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at night 79th street was a Miles Davis
with sound coming out
of window cracks and building bricks
and the melody forcing out
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