Suzanne Buffam Poems

I am wearing dark glasses inside the house
To match my dark mood.

I have left all the sugar out of the pie.
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I was ready for a new experience.
All the old ones had burned out.

They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside
And blew in drifts across the fairgrounds and fields.
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The last line should strike like a lover's complaint.
You should never see it coming.
And you should never hear the end of it.
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Fate piles up
On the bloody Norman shore.
If you must swim there
Swim on your back.
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Little patches of grass disappear
In the jaws of lusty squirrels

Who slip into the spruce.
Cars collapse into parts.
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Any idiot can become a genius if she wants it badly enough.

One must study how the crow flies.

One must say to oneself as the crow flies so fly I.
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I am not a wise man. This makes my life difficult in certain ways. But in other ways it simplifies things. I find it hard to sit still very long before I get up and wander the halls in my hat for example. On the other hand I stay warm and keep moving. Could these ways be the same way?
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The time and place and manner of my death are three facts that don't exist yet.

Facts exist for whole centuries and then suddenly cease.

Pluto used to be a planet and now it is a chunk of debris, number 1341340.
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Wind rips splendor from the trees
and lays it at our feet.
Some of us hungry,
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Low cirrocumulous clouds in the west.
War in the east.

Lift teabag from cup.
Add milk. Ask if it is happiness
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