Linda Hepner Poems

Don’t look back she said

I’m here I’m following
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II love my young, sleek cat,
Black, and slippery, white nose, white paws
White chest, the whitest whiskers
And six toes splayed out like sneakers
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Look up, girl!
The moon once more transformed into a moon
no longer owns you or invades your night,
and it belongs to you as if the past
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He walked in ruffled with his old guitar
And listened to the blues and gazed around,
Then someone spotted him, “Oh there you are,
What can you play today? Let’s get some sound, ”
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I dreamed a book, a tome, stepped off the shelf
And light as thought with flutes began to dance:
Slowly at first each page revealed itself
And then the book twirled round –a backward glance
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It’s funny how I thought of her.
It’s forty years and down the line, you see,
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When you sneeze,
It’s not a breeze,
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The auto-sacrifice of B'ak T'ul
is no one's tragedy except the wives
of those he had consumed like morning gruel
to triumph over. Rivals, but with knives
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I met thee
at the Getty -
Aphrodite
Was too flighty,
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What a shame
Asham
came
with fingers crossed.
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