Laurence Overmire Poems

The A82
Weaves its way down
The western bank
Of Loch Lomond
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The new nation hung in the ice of
Starvation and hunger
Makeshift shacks barely standing against
the wind
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The physics of possibilities.
Sub-atomic world.

What's happening within us will
...

I ease
my body
down
into the water
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Leaving London
Aboard a train
Watching the countryside
Change
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Life is a question mark
until it breaks in the end

and then
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You may wonder why
I write a thousand poems
Hours upon hours of time
Whose only reward
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Youth
Lounged by the pool of his face with such
Proud indiscretion, propped on an elbow
Winking
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The masculine, my lad
Is not the bombast of foolish braggadocio
Nor the flexing of unwarranted muscle
The brutal crush of an innocent
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She stands there looking
Grass growing in fields at her feet
The smell of dung wafts through the air
A pitchfork stabbed into blackened soil
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