Diane Elayne Dees Poems

My father stands behind my mother;
he guides her hands on his favorite rifle.
Behind them is a weathered shed;
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Tar balls appear thirty miles
from my from my front door.
In the early morning and near dusk, the perfume
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Arctic ice melts,
white bear starves.
White House speaks:
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The image we will always remember:
You, swirling and spinning
throught the streets of New York,
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Daughter of hunters,
Atalanta knows survival.
Daughter of bears,
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You danced on the patio, bending to shadows
sprawled on the lawn by apple trees
gleaming gold in the New England dusk.
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Endless Contract Negotiations Wearing Thin on Drew Brees
Front page headline, New Orleans Times-Picayune
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It doesn't seem like seven years have passed
since we first saw the smoke and heard the blast.
When traumatized, a slowing down is needed,
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The truth is like ink that leaks from a pen
no matter how careful you are filling the nib.
The truth is like the gel you place under
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A twelve-year-old boy, kidnapped in Iraq
and held for ransom. The family paid-
his sexually abused body then found
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