poppy miller Poems

As the flames in flamenco dance
Show off their vibrant hues
Of tangerine and cinnabar
I notice, not a note of various blues
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He showed me to a room
With dimmed lights and
Soft, soulful music.
It was appropriate.
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Along the dark shore where the waves roll wild
And the wind roams where it will,
The soul fills with flaming passion
While the stars stand shocked and still.
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MAGGIE'S SHOES.

They were made of the softest leather,
Flat with crepe soles;
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He's standing at the window; bird watching.
His shoulders drooping, his back bent;
The dark hair now grey and thinning,
His youthful energy spent.
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As one door, not quite closed yet
Another's door key is turning.
Her hours of winter are on the wane,
Her soul, for peace, is yearning.
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THEIR STORY

They spring up like mushrooms
From the hole that shares no warmth.
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He digs from dawn to dusk
One foot and then the other
Hips with Swiss movement
And a twenty year guarantee
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She's a walking book.
Free to read.
Who will never know dust
Nor a rigid shelf.
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You have seasoned my heart with summer spice
Brought on the air from paradise
Clothed me in fall's sacred shades
To wrap around like scented glades
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