MARINA GIPPS Poems

He said, 'goodbye' before heading southwest,
blue jean tears up the thigh. It was hot and
we both really wanted to take them off. Joe was a
nice guy, proper upbringing. 'Never been to Mexico
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You, seven big years old.
That morning, the sun melting
a long winter of you snuggling
an old toy losing its face.
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Walls breathe like mice running
Not telling where.
The hate hides like rats
Not saying where. The love
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As children
we ran through the wood barefoot.

Rolling dice and judging a deck.
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I walked outside the other day
and noticed the sky was almost
pretty.
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(for GWB)

A typical day of a lone child.
His bobbing head over the sticky pavement
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You play my hand and you play football.
Your easy gravy, warm eyeful captain,
with a colorful lens for highschool.
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Once, out of the wind's accord,
I felt suspended
in flight. A motionless season
of cigarettes and rubbing alcohol
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Old sun has unloaded all of himself
like Jesus
and now its time for him
to go away
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In the whimsical drawers of a sad music box,
there was a picture with burnt brown edges, now missing.

Abuela held a sceptre where her monkey perched.
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