Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch Poems

1161. Secrets 11/5/2015
1162. Everything's Back In Vogue 8/16/2015
1163. No Words 5/8/2017
1164. Life's A Puzzle 3/5/2016
1165. My Heart's A Boiling Cauldron 11/27/2015
1166. Death Is All Around 8/6/2015
1167. I Have To Pee 1/19/2015
1168. The Dogs' Days Of Winter 1/13/2015
1169. The Leprechaun's Ball 3/17/2015
1170. Active Vs. Passive 1/18/2015
1171. Ice-Cream 3/3/2015
1172. How I Measure Time 4/22/2015
1173. Teaching Lesson 7/30/2015
1174. Elegy For Dead Poets 9/26/2015
1175. Lucifer Wept 3/10/2016
1176. The Lads Are Streaming Porn 1/18/2015
1177. The Flight Ahead Of Me 4/1/2015
1178. My Poem Is My True Selfie 6/10/2014
1179. Not All Fathers Are Dads 6/2/2016
1180. Were There Five? 1/31/2014
1181. Chaos 1/11/2015
1182. Mary Jane Died Last Night 5/20/2015
1183. A Child Is Born 12/18/2015

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A Child Is Born

I don't know destitute.
I could use the bathrooms
In McDonalds,
If I eat there.
I'm no refugee.
Neither are you.
We have computers, not canvas.
I warmed up the coffee today
And the dishwasher needs to go through
For the third time this week.
Homeless: We have them.
Poor: We'll always have them.
Hungry: Look to the soup kitchens.
Sick: The gurneys are lined in the halls.
Death: It's all around, and increasing.
And still, in that tent or Uber taxi
A child is born to change all this.

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That field stone bridge, as bridges do,
Waits over brown waters, joing roads where
Legions marching, marched on and on.
Her waters breached the ocean, bringing back
Bottles, birds and songs.

In the morning between the columns,
The water breaks from sloping bends,
But under the evening light, when the house

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