Max Reif Poems

The trees were angels this morning,
seeming to bend their variegated boughs
to bestow benediction upon my weary brow
as I walked out my front door,
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The day I was born,
phantoms took my balls hostage.
They also took half my brain.
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The trap door opened.
I fell into the pit.

After ten days,
...

The moon exploded
over our hill tonight

and quickly floated
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Youth, my untried powers
and the crimson glow of dawn,

youth and its infinite horizon,
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When human beings lift a voice in song,
bowel movements, and quarrels somehow disappear.

These people at the Christian Conference at our hotel —
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Pulling apart the plastic package
that enclosed the turkey slices,
I tore off a few for my lunch
and returned the rest to the package,
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Without the taste of coffee
lingering on the tongue,
titrating into the cells-
would the world be complete?
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Belligerent interviewer on NPR
talking to a rep from Hispanic culture
about 'English As the National Language',
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In the plaza
I hear the fountain splashing.
In the courtyard
of the plaza
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