Sasha Ioffine Poems

Canaries land atop a church
And sing an airy tune
As if on cue the bell does chime
And they fly to the moon
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As the creek wherein I lay began to overflow
I looked upon the waterfall that poured like milky cream
And let the tender milkmaid fill the shallow, naked Earth
And pour onto the river, a quiet, gentle stream
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I screamed when everyone was quiet
I laughed when everyone had cried
I slept after I had awoken
And lived right after I had died
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The last train walked away
Like a deaf prostitute
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Rows of epitaphs casting shadows on the graves
I, singing quietly, feel the tranquility in May
I walk along the pathways reminiscing memories
I stumble on an emerald meadow- among it many trees.
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The tundra of its metal sheet
Spreads farther than you think
Just look away from your own eyes
Lean both hands on your sink
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The wax spit on her veiny hands
The wick swayed in the air
The mantra hung
As did her face
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A pianist sat on his stool
The throng had hushed away
And when the violin had strummed
His fingers hovered in the air
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Her eyes divine in solitude
Painted on Autumn skin
Through opaque sky look desperately
And much to their chagrin
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I am the apple on the branch
After a heavy rain
And probably, the only fruit
To bear the cool dew's pain
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