Andreas Schmidt Poems

A pebble diving into the hushed tarn
a gloved hand grasping the falling shadow
an eagle's claw seizing the rabbit
a hatchet striking from behind
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We had a great time
well, I had, with breathing
your chestnut hair, tied with a scrunchie.
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You bumped into me,
the keys fell from my coat
into your hands
so that you could unlock
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I was so young and dumb
slobbering over you,
embracing the universe
like Columbus discovering the New World.
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