Chuck Audette Poems

the full moon I greet
and then complete
a transition to a position
that runs on four feet
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butterflies
flutter by
while these bees
just nicpic
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he'd hooked his last
perch, pickerel and bass
pike and the like
never more, that sudden strike
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a heart
black like my coffee
or clouded with cream
or sugary sweet
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I'll swear I never felt her
in the soft touch of a clover
brush my legs so sweetly
as I look our field over.
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your eyes
your laugh
your skin
your ass
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   soupsoupsoupsoupsoupsoupsoup
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oh, fruit of the Musa acuminata,
I confess I hardly knew ye
plucked in the green of your life
and possessed of sweet triploidy
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I blow my nose -
a lengthy sonorous vibration
tapering off in a foghorn exhalation
and a moment,
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