Daniel Brick Poems

Dedicated to my Persian Princess,
Baharak Barzin

I have been following traces of Layla and Majnun.
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O clear winter night!
A red deer steps out of the forest.
She stands in a pool of blue light
and watches the lake freeze.
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The overcrowded bus tumbled down
the highway under a pale blue March sky.
All of us passengers, friends or strangers,
had been traveling through the night,
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I remember that hot July night
we sat huddled on the highest hill
in West St. Paul, pulling blankets
tight against the relentless assault
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A poem discovers itself along
the line. Toggle an image free
from a fabric of words, and a poem
unravels, whole and complete...
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When the prodigal son returned
home, his father, all forgiveness
and delight, announced a party
at once. And at once he set to work.
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Spring 486 BCE

Ashna sat
in a coil of pure thought
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In the blink of a random
question crossing my mind,
it happened,
and everything changed.
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Today the snow fell for hours
across southern Minnesota. And it did not
hesitate for even a moment until everything was
covered in thick, pure white flakes. Oh, how close
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In your world Love has tentacles
which it wraps around your body
to squeeze out even that last
breath you gulped before they tightened
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