Anne Morin Poems

We read the words within the stars
above the blackest lines.
You start the song; I follow through,
while She, She sets the bars.
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My Life stood a wormy tree
hiding by a mountain road.
Then chopped down, chipped and left for dross
was taken by the wind.
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Bakelite Horses and Riders

Ridden hard by cowboys and Indians,
a few tin soldiers and one molded beige girl,
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Along Our Sister Willamette: A Play

Along our Sister’s southwestern shore
exactly one mile from the Sellwood Bridge
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I want to float in the coolness of air
Tenderly holding my breath
Listen to the winds of change
Bend my world
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