Lovita Morang Poems

Somebody’s friend,
somebody’s foe;
Somebody daughter
somebody’s mother.
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…walking on
…no end to this untamed walk
where numbened nude feet walk miles free and wild
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here I enter into

this overflowing water
inside you
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I am your man
[.]
writes a woman
then
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colors of the many skies.

the melting cloud
white clouds
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as you just passed by
187 flinders lane
I smell you through
the aroma of truffles
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potter

I muddied my body
I stink of mud
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the man is the wild woman
and the wild woman is
the katha.kali dancer.
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sunset boulevards
happy return of a barrow boy
ready mother for his bar mitzvah
bargain not my hard service
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five thousand in Bob Marley’s pocket

I was driving fast for there was a human festival next day
Till I hope your flight might be by now amidst the clouds
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