Stan Petrovich Poems

Well, I was trying to stay
Tidy, keeping the 'font' small,
But rain kept falling
And the ceiling leaked
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Will it be uncouth
To be the wind,
Drinking from a fountain of youth-
Or is the sere service
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He was burly, thick of thigh,
And could construct
Meeeting costcutting demands.
More, he could write like the devil,
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Keeping a fit timetable
Is an improbable countenance
For a guy, like me, who has
Been lost, and given up for lost,
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hillocks molded ancient streams
(we stay on the trail)
at night blue is black
scorpions under the moon are not
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Imagine, yourself-no, be there! -in a canyon,
Crisscrossed with sharp steel edges,
Rim to rim,
The Grand Canyon of canyons;
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Raising a glass of water,
Holding, hold tightly and watching,
I get an idea:
Can I think non-verbally,
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It is not the moon I know;
So it is a false lunar bridge
Above my nose;
Dreams are the sad loafings of time
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Alone & footless,
Sideswiped on the highway,
South of Grand Canyon,
The boot weathers the rain.
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Hands are made for grasping
Gold, dust in brown canvass bags, nuggets
For teeth impressions.
Dust trails lead in and out
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