Stan Petrovich Poems

It is a savior's nightingale
bemoaning the tides;
she & I wallowed on the beach
neverminding the sand flies,
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A lilting melody accompanies me
Down the white-rock earthen path-
Played by Pan, half man,
And the air is an arc of rainbow drops,
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days days trudging alone
rock sand sand rock
sand
and i found blue canyon
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When the seascape walls are crushing
their force upon you,
What do you do? When the herons
are picking out the best part of your bloated
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The last of your family is
Gone. You are now alone to contemplate
Motionless sands or sere waves
In deep purple, crying oceans
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</>I pine for eternal snows -
hanging higher when draped in white;
Whe I went there and my breath blew
hard and visible, I derided city life:
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There as searing beauty in the air
You breath. The is viscous tartar
In the teeth I leave.
No one can be wiser than the
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Needless to say
It came in a flash.
My feet took the brunt;
My hair caught fire;
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The nights were afire
In my salad days-
I found what I was after,
Counting the ways.
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My heart is the eye
Of the hurricane:
A calm central wall
Divided from the stroms
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