Daniel Hoffman Poems

I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
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As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads.
On pavements approaching the bridge a crowd
Springs up like mushrooms.
They are hushed at first, intently
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One searches roads receding, endlessly receding, receding.
The other opens all doors with the same key.Simple.

One's quick to wrath, the wronged, the righteous, the wroth
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They always start with quick and eager strides
--Even the one on crutches--up the hill.
The long-legged and the young soon reach the bend,
Then reappear above the heads of slower
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Today the sun rose, as it used to do
When its mission was to shine on you.
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