Lori Boulard Poems

I dreaded this day for weeks,
watching the black X on the calendar march ever closer,
regressing back to toddler years in my mind.
As I pull into the parking lot
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paper shards of lives
souls
children
Standing in line to jump in
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Lulled by bells
of cathedrals and cattle,
my mind turns left
down a road out of town,
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It is time. Time for changes.
Time to open windows
and let breezes of inspiration in,
sweep out the echo of lingering laughter,
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Sunk in my seat in a meeting at 3,
in a chair better suited for interrogation,
I officially sign off my attention
and jump visually out the window.
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Have you ever seen your soul
Or felt it outside of yourself?
My soul and I are at peace, like
Lifelong long distance lovers
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Menacing clouds join their hands above my head,
tearing me from the arms of my lover, the sun.

Trees shoot their annual fireworks display,
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What force compels my left hand to write?
My right hand wants to know
For it is seriously
Lacking
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cast my soul up to the sky
for I no longer need it
it was never really mine to begin with
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It is not the death of youth
that shocks us into grief,
but the sucker-punch reminder
we were never in control.
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