B. V. Dahlen Poems

Twelve trees out back our forest deep
a place to fantasize,
and Tarzan’s jungle it became
Beneath those summer skies,
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despite
the sadness
on this earth,
where brother
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Roiling clouds gather
Shrouding the sun.
The tree tops stir,
Then shudder,
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A column of connected
Similar dwellings
Strode along the avenue
Fieldstone faces forward.
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The mother saw her toddler fall.
Even before she heard his call
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'Who's there? , ' I demand of those noises outside.
I couldn't determine if I needed to hide,

Or answer the door to the ghouls on my stoop,
Who crouch there and hunker...an ominous group.
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I'm barren
gourd rattling
hollow
sucked dry
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the low keening
nearly covered
the bugle call
sounding outside
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she shouldered.
...but no.
it was more deliberate.
she examined
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Curling crisply underfoot
The fallen leaves
Carpet my garden.
Stitching a quilt
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