John Scully Poems

I found yesterday
today,
through unlit corridors,
and saw catastrophies
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Long ash coats and cherry faces
say nearly, but not quite.
Long grey coats and beady faces
say tomorrow, maybe.
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Amidst the hills full and lonely
I walked the ragged paths and stumbled stones,
Looking for a kind of longing,
A memory of that one day in June so long ago.
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On a wild and dreary hill,
the sun still on the horizon,
a running flock of birds
swirled and gathered, home to roost.
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When I know that evening's fog
will no more haunt and cloister me
I will come and walk with you awhile
knowing that my gloomy face will smile again.
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When the morning was over
and the sun crumbling noon,
the ants kissed the patio dust
disappearing down cracks of the dead.
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The muffled-knock of high blown summer,
upon the leaves and grasses August since June,
wrap tightly like bundled flowers,
around the jaundiced seasoned air.
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Close down the summer curtain
and shake the leaves and flowers,
allow the autumn ripples in
the slanted sunlight
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For I was reared in the great city
And saw nought but the sky
And the town's people
Packed in their caves
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I thought I heard your morning step
but it was my heart beating
missing steps
as I spoke you name.
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