B. V. Dahlen Poems

Vilma

A child who played on coal smudged hills,
Her Dad and brothers dug below,
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You are the glue that binds my days,
The leaven of my years
You are the hue of my delight
My pleasure and my tears.
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It snowed last night,
And I got up
This morning.
There were no sounds
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Bobby wrote my name up high
On the wall for all to view.

It looks like red nail polish
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A dirty old mutt came meandering by
With four muddy legs and one baleful black eye.
He strode as if saying, “Now don’t mess with me.”
“I’m casing this block and I marking each tree.”
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I stared into the rueful sky above.
There kindled not a star, nor shadow pale,
And straining eyes detected not a glint
Of any spark to light the path ahead.
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My Bear was a fuzzball
A spirited cat
Who love to chase lasers
And comfortably sat
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I look upon you
Squinting in the blazing sun,
And never notice
Wrinkles or the marks of age,
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Partners, we explore
Foreign ports and distant shores.
Your arm about me
Steady and sure. Together,
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