David Rowe Poems

You’d rather see the wind through her hair
Than through the flag of your native land.
Her head has made yardbirds of haberdashers &
Haberdashers of the yardbirds.
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Of my backwards heart
leads me to believe it's all real
simple: just go & hack away
the tall weeds & brambles
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I'm not sure what your mother has told you
but, in honor of your reaching double digits
(& since I can't be at your party) :
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