Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch Poems

1161. Ice-Cream 3/3/2015
1162. How I Measure Time 4/22/2015
1163. Teaching Lesson 7/30/2015
1164. Elegy For Dead Poets 9/26/2015
1165. Lucifer Wept 3/10/2016
1166. Active Vs. Passive 1/18/2015
1167. The Lads Are Streaming Porn 1/18/2015
1168. The Flight Ahead Of Me 4/1/2015
1169. My Poem Is My True Selfie 6/10/2014
1170. Not All Fathers Are Dads 6/2/2016
1171. Chaos 1/11/2015
1172. Were There Five? 1/31/2014
1173. Mary Jane Died Last Night 5/20/2015
1174. 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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