Richard Bunch Poems

among yellow stamens
and this salmon sunset—
a swan’s head
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sunsets aflame
dance
fiercest orange
yielding red
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There were survivors in your family
Too. Before the kingdoms of Benin and
Ashoka’s India, you survived it
All: denying spirit to matter, and
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We kiss beneath white wild stars
and open this earthly summer.
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Our voices no longer tend to unison
In these boats drifting across dark waters,
No renaissance culls an older wisdom
From city lights or pain’s empty daughter.
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A windy, clear day
in the soul of the body’s wartime-
gray.
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1.

Mary lived to bury her sisters and died
bite by bite by the sheer loss of earth.
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Time pressing
the color of blood.

You want to scream
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No way to win this one, I thought, no way
Since these jocks leaped hurdles faster than I
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