Lois Read Poems

Monet was onto something big
his eye for color almost as keen
as the mantis shrimp,
tomatapod with extra-special vision,
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Consider
the simple
single-celled amoeba
uncomplicated
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Consider
the simple
single-celled
amoeba
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I don't know your name
couldn't find you photo, even on Google
but I know that you must be
a high-society sophisticate
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If ever I should reach the rank
of angel
no halo please, or
golden wings.
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The dream is full of things missing
letters needed to make words
a missed train to Tokyo-
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New England autumn shouts out loud:
Arachne goes wild with natural dyed yarns.
Brash goldenrod has gone sedate.
What shall we do when winter comes?
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The bougainvillea weeps petals on the street,
cobblestones are red with tears.
Much care is needed treading cobblestones
more now that I may murder tears.
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Listen to a language
not your own; see
the shape of sounds
divorced from meaning
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The butterfly is busy
doing its appointed thing,
sipping nectar from the blooms
on the butterfly bush,
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