Keith Sutton Poems

There are sounds I hear
but they’re not clear
they are distant
so distant
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Down Broadway in Galveston
there is 18th street
if you turn right
for a few blocks
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The seasons of life
seem to pass endlessly
winter to spring
summer to fall.
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I am fascinated
by naturalistic wonders
like lightening
and thunder
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He called again—
a random call
from the dark recesses
of the night.
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a warm July afternoon
a German biergarten
open café
a simple beer
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She had her baby tonight
this blonde beauty
who once rode proudly
with her Dad
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are spent with you naked
floating aimlessly
your legs entwined
beautifully
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