Patti Masterman Poems

I'm reading along, like a galloping fawn,
And then something trips me, as I hurtle along;
I land smack on my head, and then I look back;
There's something has tripped me, right there on the track-
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In the midst of all your dreams
I tiptoe through your heart
While the stars about us gleam
I put to work my art
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Music kisses your naked soul,
Speaks the same language
Without the hole.
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My lover's gone to sail the sea;
The frothy waves like millwheels turn-
Blow wind, blow him back to me.
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He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
From drops of peridot scattered at sea,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
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I had two rats, to fill my days
Through spines of books and bed clothes
They chewed their lazy way
And when they saw you, froze
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I looked through eyes, were never cruel;
O, but their looking long was naught!
Though people may have thought me fool,
I looked through eyes, were never cruel
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We drove by the cemetery in a different part of town
Searching for another restaurant where we didn't really want to go
And suddenly I remembered you were there; that is, your clam shell was there
Carefully wrapped and placed underground, somewhere among the thousands
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Mother died in the bed in the small, single hospital room
Beside one tall window which revealed
More concrete windowless walls, opposite an asphalt ravine
Where sometimes perhaps, ambulances
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Proximity-
My knee touches yours under the table;
Adults we are, a knee excites no molecules
In our experienced repertoires.
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