Alex Dimitrov Poems

And whenever they couldn't speak they looked at each other.
How long should I look at the world before I go home?
It's a moody life like Debussy on a weekend
and all the appointments and money and drinks they do go.
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Born of the sun, we traveled a short while toward the sun.
Where there were seasons and sky. Where there were monuments.
Like a single engine plane in a July haze.
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I opened the window so I could hear people.
Last night we were together and by ourselves.
You. You look and look at Diver
for Crane by  Johns and want to say something.
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