Lori Boulard Poems

We could learn reams from the animal world.
Fido at our feet barks wisdom at our ears.
Consider the benefits of selective memory:
Last night? Can't recall.
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Alone.
A miracle.
Choral halleluia winds
blow through the garden
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I intended to write a poem of time.
The celestial seesaw
of sun and moon
toe-tapping the earth
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Bright lights among mirrors
reflections in caricature
curiosity surrounds
innocence.
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A news story out of LA reveals that
people with severe head injuries
not only recover reading and memory skills
through studying children’s books,
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Attempting to go back and improve
some of my earlier work, I suddenly
realized that poems are like our children:
you love them just the way they are,
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mysterious reed
wondrous weed
swaying in chorus
rising
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Blue seamless sky
Heat rising faster than the sun
In a race only tempered by a breeze,
I collapse under my faithful tree
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Playing the mouse on the wheel,
I chase my health
on my usual machine,
my legs running
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'I Love You, Baby, ' you recite mechanically,
never parting eyes from paper, the 'baby'
always snagging as if thinly veiling 'but..'.
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