Don Fredette Poems

The numbers buckled from the stress,
the weight of thought and equation.

From dry silent lips, the chalk dust speaks
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Climbing the ladder waterfall of your breathing
I scale upward through torrents of emotion.

There is no dam - no time to prepare
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Toward the twisted rift we set out like lost dogs
unaware of the future of mankind, only of its scent -
its comings and goings in forlorn delusion
and the trails left in the winds and the soft dry dirt.
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click, clack
scraping and scuffing
click, clack
plastic heels on
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L, e, t, t, e, r, s sway-ing
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May awakens
and one of her slippery rivers
bring stones into bloom.
The moss suns its soggy back
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In a tiny wooden boat she pushed off
alone from the dockings ties and set herself adrift
out into the cool waters and the darkness.
And the stars overhead cast their gaze
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During lunch break I choose to continue a journey of writing I began so long ago

I choose to take the last decade of my life into account and recall what's worth
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