Alan Reed Poems

I stood there half broken and sated with tears
On burnt Ivory sticks made black over years
This was the site of just one battle
Slaughtered they were but unlike our cattle
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Two hearts but only one hand

smiling and making us one
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If I were to go around the world
I would go barefoot
Wander
Through blossoming meadows
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she got on about three stops after I did
I was sure she was conversant in ballet
by the way she danced up the steps
and delicately deposited her passage
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Faint away Ry Cooder
as the candle flame danced
reddish green and the wick crackled
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The iciness of his smile
seeped like osmosis through the crevices
left on my face by the squint rooted
on fires of a loud and angry sun.
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Here we are
Just the two of us together
Taking this crazy chance
To be all alone
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High noon sun would soon turn
Her petite, ruddy face into one freckle
She rubbed the juice from a fresh lime
Across her brow so the bangs might bleach
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Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
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Some days you go looking for ocean
And what you find is gun smoke
And silver rain
Some days you go looking for sun
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