Bruce Weigl Poems

When he was my age and I was already a boy
my father made a machine in the garage.
A wired piece of steel
with many small and beautiful welds
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After the storm, after the rain stopped pounding,
We stood in the doorway watching horses
Walk off lazily across the pasture's hill.
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That night we drank warm whiskey
in our parked car
beyond woods now lost to the suburbs,
I fell in love with you.
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Never mind what you think.
The old man did not rush
Recklessly into the coop the last minute.
The chickens hardly stirred
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Some guy in the miserable convoy
Raised up in the back of our open truck
And threw a can of c-rations at a child
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I watch the woods for deer as if I'm armed.
I watch the woods for deer who never come.
I know the hes and shes in autumn
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A boy who knew enough to save for something
like the whim that took me downtown on the bus
one lost Saturday morning of my mother's birthday,
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Because this evening Miss Hoang Yen
sat down with me in the small
tiled room of her family house
I am unable to sleep.
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I wanted to stay with my dog
when they did her in
I told the young veterinarian
who wasn't surprised.
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Snow geese in the light of morning sky,
exactly at the start of spring. I was
looking through the cracks of the blinds at my future which seemed
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