Alicia Patti Poems

My favorite bookmark
smells of cherry wood;
each time I read, its smell
compels me to proceed.
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I sit here in my cups wondering
where it all went and why.
Fishermen cleaning their wares along
the decrepit pier seem to sigh with each
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Conjurers like us
have no need
of disappearing acts
or card tricks
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Would you think of me when the wind
whips up the sand and the angry sea crashes
against the crumbling jetty where our beach
blanket used to lay;
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a chance sighting
eucalyptus trees
up a slight incline
a moment’s gasp
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Two men dressed in gray
asked us to leave the grieving room.
The son is here, they said.
Reluctantly I left my sister’s resting place
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Why did Nurse Ratched think
she had dibs on all the nuts in the bag?
The little power she enjoyed pushed her
over the edge. I was there, I know:
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We’ll never know who
the culprit was.

The tamburo
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It makes no difference now
that the sun has set on western ground.
Time will toll the age-old tale for posterity
and frown, as sad old men daydream
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How I love the coo-coo-coo! of a dove,
especially at dusk when the summer
air is redolent with musk,
and all around are the sounds
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