Lois Read Poems

The dream is full of things missing
letters needed to make words
a missed train to Tokyo
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Listen for the bird singing two mountains away.
Leap-frog over sounds of morning
dogs barking
chisels hitting stone
children shouting to school
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The whoops of joy erupting
from the school playground at recess
into the hot Mexican sky
are not Spanish sounds, but universal language
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I listened hard, but couldn't hear it
the sound of a bird falling out of a nest.
In Munch we've seen a silent scream.
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Brash goldenrod has gone sedate
October's excess spent once more.

Skies that sang cerulean songs
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Blazing sun shimmers, red disk surrounded
as arrow-tipped brown rays snake out

a sword pierces a sandy bank, Excaliber
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A hush surrounds our witnessing,
metabolism slows to match the mood.
Noon-time is a song of many colored velvet.
Raspberry juice drips down our chins.
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The glass of wild broom on the bathroom shelf
one petal already fallen
yellow on the warm oiled wood
says hurry outside
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The desert reared up in fury
battering the Nile people
with blinding teeth
that turned the sky to yellow.
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Martha Graham embroidered arabesques across the canyon.
Surrounding mountains nodded at the mastry of her dance.

Feel vanilla breezes in your heart
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