Lewis Bosworth Poems

candy and chloroform,
toes pointing,
pommels, rings, horses,
raising the bar.
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the mirror perches above,
its beveled edges encased
in a dark grained frame.
my great aunt's dressing
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friday is a big day
a new formal
portrait for me.
book's back cover
momentous.
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i.
At the kitchen table,
when it was still light,
I could see, through the
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acorns dropped down
hitting my soda,
squishing baby praying mantis.
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I love the work you boys do.
I have a sense of bonding through you.
You speak to me in verse,
and I try to reply.
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It Gets Better

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the lost chord
the last poem

getting down to business isn't always easy tonight
planning a trip to nyc is special
editing a ms. or typing slowly
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