Susan Lacovara Poems

Everybody has to struggle sometime
Underneath the canopy of defeat
To come out on the other side
And stand on your own two feet
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Wave goodbye to the gated community
While fumbling for a CD
The perfect road trip song
To steer you back to me
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I do not think I shall buy his sherbert
My mind fearing he's but a pervert
In a box truck unlike the Good Humor Man
More like a invitation to an unusual van
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Oh what a swell of riotous noise
Those who gather to voice their displeasure
That Spring again be put on hold
Impending blanket of snow squeezing them to nest
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All those Nike feet
Pound the black tar street
Busily bundled in bustling herds
Where too many words
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Lion

Fiercely proud
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I was warm beneath the song of the sun
Toasting my skin to tan
Cleared the attic of my thoughts
Free of cobwebs and clutter
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She was not always so lovely
With delicate wings
Carrying her from petal to petal
Free to flutter
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Gonna take sometime to rest today
Ride the waterfall week all the way down
Splash about in the white gloved pages
Of my favorite book
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What becomes of words without breath
When left alone on the outskirts of death
The yellowing pages that told of my soul
Who will repeat them once my image is old
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