June Stepansky Poems

I will dip into the
depths of my self
Am I not marvelous?
I am one with the grass
...

They will love me
if I speak
what they want to hear.
They will love me
...

We run in
different directions
to escape from
our inner demons.
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It is time
to circle the wagons
for a while.
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On Monday
I begin again.
The dreams of Sunday
disappear,
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My thoughts
move me
in a multiplicity
of directions.
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There were always
green things in my life:
small wild flowers,
Lilac bushes,
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Our coffee pot emits
a reedy sound
like some Andean flute
penetrating, melancholy,
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I found a dead rat
when I came home today.
It was lying
in the middle
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There is elegance in afternoon tea
served from a samovar
accompanied by cucumber
and cream cheese finger sandwiches,
...