Sonny Rainshine Poems

In certain situations, some people dissolve,
as trees lose their greenness when night descends
and turns them into frozen shadows.
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Larry, Larry, why so contrary?
It can be ninety-one degrees Farenheit
and there you are shuddering right
in the dog days of August.
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They roost upon the railing, stentorian.
Laser-eyed sentries scanning the vista,
they will guard the nest on the roof
‘til the last hatchling gets its wings.
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Learning to know you
is like cruising along a beach highway,
heavily fringed with trees and brush;
only an occasional glimpse of a vertical cerulean sliver,
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I.
I did not die alone:
with me went my joy, my love,
my sadness, my pain.
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He traveled to Rangoon
amid lotus blossoms strewn,
there to learn not to flinch
at the withering and the stench
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They can puncture like a bullet: snapshots,
fading photographs that pinched a sliver of time
from yesterday and plunked it into today,
as if that moment had tried to escape,
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Precipitously balanced on the crux
of change, I sometimes long for flatter land
away from the tumult and the flux,
a niche where I can stand.
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