Francie Lynch Poems

Before air became gas,
And water waste;
Before light became lasers,
And fireworks cannons;
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I left my tidy home
For several weeks alone;
When nature interloped.
It was invaded,
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Above cushioned wall seats,
Where locals sit
With dogs at their feet,
Hang photos of footballers
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Landfill


I've been adding
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For the weekest,
Meekest, longely,
Afraid,
Understand attention
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My heart's distressed,
Emotions vexed,
Images can't escape.
I'm perplexed,
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The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Jihads,
Inquisitions and Fatawas,
Coups and Genocides.
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I wear your likeness
Like a scapular
Around my neck.
Your mannerisms
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Early September smells
Of the familiar:
Pungent socks on hissing rads,
Cuffed wellingtons
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When the wind
Shouts down the leafs,
I hear.
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