Richard Fuerst Poems

Buried beneath the silt
Under a hundred centuries of mud
Long before one, two, three
And as lovely as a tree
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Wake up little pinecone
The rain has fallen and the air is fresh
And someday you will be a tree
The tallest tree in the land
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Desire is a sweet perfume
On hands and lips that touch
Its musular back and smooth long legs
Bring to droughts the rain
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'How dare you, that's ridiculous
Roared the gaint to the curious child

The child who studied dancing armadillos
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Cold arctic air descends nevously on frozen lakes today
Wild flowers fall to their knees to pray
Snowflakes beg, grass shivers, and rivers thirst
Eagles watch apprehensively from miles above
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Little bird
Why worry
The sky is not falling
And why make-up things which are not true
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Take the plunge

Take a breath
Take a deep breath
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Dancing with Light

We try to control things as best we can
But sometimes life gets in the way
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