Gavin Robinson Poems

The space between my coffee maker
and window is illuminated by small beams of light.

And they remind me of a flowing river.
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I long to see the distant fields of cows,
The flowing water of catfish farms
that mark the halfway point between my heart
And yours.
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It takes a certain type of person to notice
it beneath their nose.

I have ventured down the road a ways
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All life appears to me on the cusp.
At the edge of a cliff
At the end of my pen
On the tip of my tongue
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What secrets lie buried between the four corners of my mind?
Nerve synapses, neurological wiring...
What power does it all hold?
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I know we have so much to do,
I know there are so many places to go.

Yet, I think it's hardly the point.
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I've considered the woman perched aside the stovetop,
Zesting an orange

I've pondered the way her locks of hair screen the worry on her face.
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Staring back at me with such vacant eyes,
the memoir on the shelf waits to be bought-

Never considering it's on the clearance aisle.
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My foot rapidly lifts in the air a few inches
Only to smack the wooden floor beneath it

Over and
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The wind whistles and the trees run from me.
Only a small space between them to see the setting Sun.
I smile as I rest my head on the pollen covered window.
Maybe, I'll dream of you before we make it home.
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