M.L. Squier Poems

In my dream
Just before I woke up
A little bird
Wondered:
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Until the sundial
In the sea
Arrives again
Upon the sand
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Bruised face of Autumn
Rest under savage
Snow
Sleep long sleep
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Rain and snow and flowers
Were enough for her
River mountain and sky
Were enough for him
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Rimbaud always travelled
Light
Twain always smoked cheap
Cigars
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The big war room with yellow lights had big
empty desks that reeked of power.
The big war room was locked.
I stood inside waiting for my inquisitors.
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There are no seasons here
Yes, you may consider flowers
Newly bloomed
Or strange birds
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Shiny and purple trumpets
Tiny bright and purple
Hyacinth flowers
Make fragrant hours
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The Earth is beautiful
When you see the sun
And smell the air
And plant life
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