Daniel Brick Poems

Three Riddles of Identity
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When a heart breaks, the crack runs
down the middle, and the two halves
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Once a man devoid of beliefs
suddenly realized what glory
was absent from his life:
'A miracle - ' he began, pulling
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The Moon makes us linger in the moment.
Its power over the tides is also felt
in the currents of our feelings. We submit
readily, and we stand very close, very still
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They appear to be too heavy
to move often. They must
settle deeply into a place
they arrive, calling it home
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When I was a child,
I was told
if I dug a hole deep enough
I would reach China. I asked,
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We know all about those lost ages
dogging a time of glory, when darkness
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Thursday, November 3,2016

Today there was no wind. Everything was
still and in its proper place. The air
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The two-fold goal of marriage;
first, to make two one;
second, to make two three.
How conveniently Nature provided
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for Glen, in appreciation

The two poets sat under the shade
of a maple tree. One was reading
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The crunch of hardened snow.
A mouthful of icy air, everybody's
breath visible in swirling clouds.
Head down, into the wind, cuts
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