Donna Quesinberry Poems

leaves in spring are tender occurrences
sprouting heavenward with a vibrance
that the blue jay mimics at my doorway
a warbling kaw in ridiculous showmanship
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remembering Amsterdam
he opens the buffet
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hands play
keys hard
banging
jelly rolls
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an immigrant never
can hide his ignorance,
nor ability to garner
the pretext of the chameleon.
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the week was dry
without whit, she
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laying a dress on the mattress
she shakes wrinkles away.
rippled feminine hands
smooth remnants of drifting chiffon.
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Humint interested her
rallying the big lights
of earnest salivation
like a deer to a salt block.
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That Moral Law and code, now
Lacks pretense and virtue
There is no morality, there is danger.
The moral law, she died.
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the deal of the century
involved a young christian
male delivering a new ride
to a man in a suit without
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