Robert Ronnow Poems

My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful,
      the
complications of ageing humorously but not exactly how
      to avoid
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5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder with
hungry lunch-seeking business men
and women. Ricardo unpacked
his horn nervously and a foot cymbal.
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Even in the last days you need clean clothes;
therefore you may be found in the laundry
mornings, small task against the larger one
of not breathing. With simple joy
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Night drive home
no cars behind or ahead
the day had been satisfying
victories, compromises, achievements
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I'm not hard,
I'm scared.
I thought the cherry was the birch.
When the cloud cleared
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I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
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I am thinking of the day
            I came to you
                        with a yellow rose
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Spring. Same plants, same order.
Monday morning, open for business.
Tractor-trailers, day care centers.
Every leaf that's coming out is out.
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Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
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Surveying
northern autumn afternoon
Pitcherelli, ex-marine, body-builder,
Lussier, long-haired father of three dark-skinned
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