How modern! How new!
These halogen streetlights
Turn night into day
And our front steps aglow
...
Before the lacy veil of curtains
and eclipsing the linear sketch
of bare branches beyond
a vessel, sunny as it’s origins
...
I wear bright colors,
for, despite
the sadness
on this earth,
...
“Up the alley” “Down the shore” are places that still hold
memories as clear yesterday itself
ragged pavement stumbles, skipping feet bound in Keds
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Sometimes I feel
I’m in the vortex of a tornado.
The world is madly swirling,
Spinning while I stand,
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As I descend the bended stairs
I’m blinded by a shaft
of ruddy blaze
which stains the foyer walls.
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So thin and frail and silent
He lies there every day
We stop and watch his labored breaths
And then go on our way
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I can but mourn for what I knew.
I never stood in domed
Or ancient forest. Never viewed
Nor untrod paths were roamed.
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I think that I shall never see
A really friendly calorie
And though my hungry mouth is prest
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