Max Reif Poems

Did you ever
see a snail

get lost
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I bear the griefs of time.
I feel the scars of breath
and lean upon my cane,
bent by the heavy years.
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In the ironic world,
sunlight falls
first upon a mirror before
reflecting to our Earth.
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O tree outside
my window,
with your yellowgreen
lettucelike leaves,
...

It seems almost unfair
to write a poem about typewriters.
Maybe there should be a moratorium,
but before it starts:
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1.
Feet on soft earth feel different.
My feet on ashphalt starve.
A walk along a concrete
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Something deep inside us
demands the unities.

I've found a grotto, winding back
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This is the place
Where only last week
All barriers were down—
Heaven surged
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The cool breeze
has a message
for my skin this morning,
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1.
Let us assume
we're all doing our best
as we understand it,
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