Stefan nnn Poems

time passes
there's no tick
there's no tock
from a digital clock
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One note follows another,
footsteps on a path,
that doesn't end
but fades away, some day
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If beauty lies
in the eyes of beholders
how then can we know
beauty's
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Come gently to me at the day's end,
Whisper sweet nothings to me.
Take me and break me and make me.
A woman again.
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Elephants' noses
pluck roses
to make posies -
that smell nice when they float,
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walking past windows
flowing over
and over
with a surfeit of superficial clevernesses.
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I sleep sometimes
with the television on
tuned
to an empty channel
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To steal a soul:
One takes a ball of string,
Sneakses out of the woods,
Quiet-quiet as anything.
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You, me, and the road.
Nowhere to go,
And no rush to get there.
We ride.
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There was an apple tree,
In the garden at us,
On which rosy-red apples grew.
Now whenever I see an apple,
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