Sean Joyce Poems

Sometimes
when you are the kite
I toss you over the clouds
And sometimes
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Avuncular melodious
determinedly ambiguous
if it isn't in the meaning
than it may be in the words
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A smiling child on a clattering tram
looking out at the traffic lights
She wore a big daft hat at an angle
and her nose against the glass
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Too young to work
I sat by the window and waited
while the clock ticked.
I looked to the road
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I study facts and figures
and Excel at my job.
Interest rates and Mortgages
-The Financial Times-
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Left behind, she said
It’s on your left behind
And I, twisting over shoulder
In the mirror could not find
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I will not write an enigmatic poem
to annoy the casual reader
Nor will I write a jonquil one
as in some ornamental garden
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When you and I are dead
a generation down.
They will think about us
and for a time will try
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My grandmother kept hens.
And her hens loved her.
They followed
wherever she went
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The twinkling bliss of
sunlight on green leaves
The moving tapestry of
images it weaves
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