Gary Freedman Poems

The lonely, grated metal table starts the day,
an adjustment is made to apprehend
that the other chairs are empty. The June morning
beautiful and still to be, should woo me with
its early luminescence. Yet
the appetite is not shared, lost somewhere in memory.
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Needing it

ramming hard
driving it
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i love to see
fish in the sea
and eat a pea
with a bee.
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