Lonnie Hicks Poems

I pull the truck out
and head for the open road-
our relationship
splattered all along the highway;
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If my eyes were flowers
they'd bloom
in your view;
my hands
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She turns 11 tomorrow.
and she says to me:

'Do babies come really
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There are rules,
I know there are rules-
of right and wrong
do's and don'ts
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My grandmother had an altar
in the middle of the living room;
Mother Mary statute four feet tall.
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In my garden gambol
green beetles
by twos and threes,
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There is this phone
which won't ring
settled there in my
heart crease.
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You can count the stars
and the count will be incomplete.

You can count times
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What did Scarlett know;
her green velvet dress
was made from draperies.
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My doors smoky open
ethereal;
right and left corridor
compartmented.
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