Deborah Landau Poems

Richard propped up the bottles
like bowling pins
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I had the idea of sitting still
while others rushed by.
I had the thought of a shop
that still sells records.
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That summer there was no girl left in me.
It gradually became clear.
It suddenly became.
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Well look, the wedding guests are here again.
Why not just send a card?

Snapshot. Snapshot. Smile and kiss.
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Days, weeks, months,
why not use them for something?
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see how you have entered my house
and so lightly remain
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All day I watch the neighbor's boy
paint the side of his house.
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It scares me to watch
a woman hobble along
the sidewalk, hunched adagio
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Dazzling emptiness of the black green end of summer no one
running in the yard pulse pulse the absence.

Leave them not to the empty yards.
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When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
He spoke French and English
but that didn't help.
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