Max Reif Poems

As each individual object and being
swims in the hidden tides and currents
that are the flux of the actual
world behind solid appearances,
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Jeans pulled over slim legs,
then proud, wide hips,
the button's crisp snap
and she's ready
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A famous poet
comes to a big hotel,
and I'm there.
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This tiny circle of the known —
illumined by dim light of ignorance.

The dullard who always seems
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Another Saturday morning
and the image of yellow
eggbeaters obedient on a plate
rises in my mind
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The Sunday paper came just now.
I dove right past the thick, black headlines
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I stand and wait for the light to change
at University and San Pablo,
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In the old movies,
The women wore
Skirts and dresses.
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If I can write
a poem or two in a day,
say something that seems
worth saying, then I feel
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The eye provides a poor, simplistic view,
the outside of a person going by
or living with us, sharing bed and home:
red hair, a pretty face and form
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