douglas lewis Poems

Under the canopy
The constellated berries.
Their red and purple stars
In a galaxy of green.
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What does one do
When they fall off
The face of the earth?
Do they sink
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Those pouting curls
Of countless lips
That race to kiss my shores,
Inhale my seeds and sands.
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Most of spend our lives
In waiting
Following the rules.
Whose rules?
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I love the way
The alyssum plumes,
Then spills and pools
In pockets on the rocks.
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The red screams
Without a sound.
Not a bloody word.
But far from silent
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Do not allow
The dark poems
To flood and rust.
Welcome a little light.
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