Linda Hepner Poems

Looking for your cellphone while you speak
to me by cellphone is like the times I look
for glasses I am wearing; we both seek
the authors of our matrimonial book.
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My father died midwinter
they said I had to bring
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On to Stockholm you will go,
I will write your thank you speech,
You will read it, you will glow,
Such humility! A peach
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He used my dreams to send away,
He drank my moisture daily,
The references to toys and play
Pulled down my heart so greyley.
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'I will go and cut my toe nails too, '
He said, driving at speed inside the Diamond Lane.
No one could overtake him, planes that flew
Descending above us in the blinding rain
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It’s our final sacrifice,
Dying, lying in our linen shrouds,
No embalming, no device
Of preservation, no dead crowds
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Upon the beach I found a broken heart,
The wave had washed it up from far away,
Six thousand miles to be exact the start,
The merest tremor causing once a stray
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I fought my WWIII
But then I had to sign the Armistice.
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I want to go home
I want to be home
But I am home
They say.
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Hidden in the creases of his mind
are words, each word a key,
key to a dusty trunk
of treasures, some long ignored
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