Max Reif Poems

Because living is a river of ordinary moments,
each moment connected to the next,
there is nowhere we can go to escape
from our fate which is to merge
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Without a companion or laptop
or even a book or newspaper,
his skinny frame sits hunched up
in old jeans and a sweatshirt,
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The real Revolution
would be to institutionalize
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When I was an orphan
you took me in,
your branches were
my only green.
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Audrey played in the sandbox,
Alone with a red, plastic fish.
Ryan grabbed it to take it away,
Wanting to play with it, too,
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1.
Experience.
I am heavy
with experiences,
fruits on a tree
whose trunk is thick now.
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A funny thing happened
on the way to the New Age
around the year 1980,
as the Celestial Seasonings
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God is not
a dog
whom we
can train
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Closing the car door behind me,
I walked through an intense sunset
toward Radio Shack, a block away.
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My poems hang out on the corner.
They go for rides with strangers.
Like any parent I worry.
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