Laurence Overmire Poems

I am haunted by the man
I could have been

He follows me down every
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Another birthday leapt across the road today
Nearly scared me half to death
A mangy-looking creature
Like nothing I’d expect
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There are poets
In comfortable houses
Clean beds
Who write of grass and trees and
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Damn, the coffee tasted good
Sitting in the airport
So relaxed, slow breath in, breathe out
Steady, quiet rhythm
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As a poet
She knew what Van Gogh
Must have felt
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glide

feather lost
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Class is
A state of mind

Not
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It was all or nothing.

All the cards were on the table.
No aces up the sleeve.
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Most writers embark upon a legacy of prose
the most lucrative venture in an unyielding sea
only a fool would choose
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