Marc Mannheimer Poems

It’s easy to look beautiful
When everything’s in place;
Your hair, your eyes, your perfect smile,
Your job, your house, your gorgeous guy.
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The last time I saw my first therapist
she was standing at the door waving in her red dress
She was a middle-aged lady, a little plump, no hint of gray
Her mood was always moderate; she seemed to be on top of it
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black wings, outstretched
glistening in the sun;
orange beak
testing, tasting the air
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We were on the upper field, practicing plays
(I really hated practice;
didn’t care much for games, either.)
The incarnation of stupidity,
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For years, I didn’t see the big deal,
downing
16 ounces,
sugar cream and caffeine bouncing
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sweet, tiny creatures
of leathery skin swift,
acting as
familiar as pets
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Pineapple-topped
palm trees
line the causeways,
geckos
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He walked the streets
watching all of the pairs,
hand in hand,
strolling here and there
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I so rarely just stepped outside
of the apartment house
(I left a lot, but rarely just stepped outside) ,
took in the day,
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One day, I happened by 10’000 Villages,
a non-profit store of magical crafts,
and arts of love, dedication and humble skill,
created by impoverished peoples from throughout the world
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