Lisa Zaran Poems

All around me, the sky with its deep shade of dark.
The stars.

The moon with its shrunken soul.
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All the men in my dreams
are featureless.
I turn away and there they are.
Staring at me with their spotless faces.
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To have felt from the center of oneself
a vital truth
as madmen must, each solitary moment,
large or small imbued with importance,
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~who are they, the great ones?
~Adler

They are the ones
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Born woman. Go on.
It's farther than it seems,
but okay.
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Of course, your songs in their bright red melodious coats I jump
into the pocket where your right hand goes, play with your fingers
like they're my own private army of clutches.
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after, when you are driving
75 miles one way just to get to her
and her wind-touched hair,
bleached white by the September
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some will be swallowed
by their mothers.
some will outlive their daughters.
far across the waves,
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He died in January, the smell of winter
will always remind me of him.
The teeming scent of rain on asphalt,
nevertheless I have learned ways
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drifts in and out of my consciousness
as I take an easy walk through town square,
watching as others toss coins in the fountain,
the wish-want on their faces so clear, I put
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