Robert Lansing Poems

Where the flesh goes,
The mind follows.

The body is weak.
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Who is that girl playing in the garden-
So carefree, so young, so fair?
Or is she older, but with
An unaging zeal or fire?
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I heard you enter
And heard you close the door.
I heard you walking up
But you weren't there.
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It's never your battle,
It's never your fight.
Just caught in the middle:
A pawn, a knight-
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