Howard Lieberman Poems

Off the Coast of South America

They are beginning to dismantle
the Galapagos. A tanker
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Where Shall I Be?
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Or Is It Love

that holds us, like pickles in the brine
turning sour against our will;
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In Cairo There Were No Signs To Tell You Which Way To Go

Streets, like people, like motor cars, run out of gas.
Here, more than likely, the signs will tell,
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