Warren Falcon

Veteran Poet - 1,100 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Warren Falcon Poems

281. Your Letters Arrive Fat 7/13/2013
282. Your Throat Oddly Fish-Shaped 8/16/2012
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Autumn Haiku

Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.

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Autumnal Math

The ground assumes its portent.
The good of the season remains in what is left behind.
It takes what lays down or is laid down upon it.
You'd think it a kind of king of accountants.
You'd sink down an addition of arithmetics,
heartbeats, breaths, footings found and lost,
all the unintended landings of a life.

You'd think it wouldn't stop.

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