Forrest Hainline Poems

Kiss kiss kiss I will
Again and again hold you
Touch you taste you kiss
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Accept the future
In all its uncertainties
A gift to open
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In April, when spray begins to spring
Lilacs and daffodils can be found
Pulsing up from the dead ground
And birds long gone return to sing
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Weeds
Water
Form patterns
Water forms patterns
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Geoffrey Chaucer, To Rosamund - (A Minimalist Translation)

Madame, you be of all beauty shrine
As far as circled is the mappamund,
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In the pier’s elbow
A sea lion turns in time
To the wave’s rhythm
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Fog so thick you can't
See the bridge - Just hear fog horns
Signaling danger
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Blessed damp dense fog
Comforting compress for a
Soul seared by living
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Morning half awake
I smell coffee's welcome. First
Sip. First Sacrament.
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Early winter sky
Rain clouds muscle up against
Broad swatches of blue
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