Ijanric Howe

before the flat was round;
when rainbows touched the ground
& told of gold they’d found;
when the moon held a man
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, .with little do
the new
birds fly
& if so why
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Sleep. Close eyes. Don’t think. Close eyes. Count perhaps.
Count seconds. Count the rattle of wheels on tracks.
Sleep. Eyes closed. Night come to close. Thoughts collapse.
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Edith welcomes you to see
her bud-luscious apple tree;
she ushers you in
with her awful grin,
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The sun gleamed;
the truck lurched along,
sand churning under
weight of wheels;
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It wraps about the house and clings
Like a wall of wasps with a thousand stings.
Enough to drive you mad,
Or, in sadness, to the drink;
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\\i swatted a fly with your book
(or at least i tried
swinging&flailing)
\ ` \-
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They step aboard the royal navy boats,
as eager as children waiting to see,
with widened gait growing all-gallopy;
they gallantly march toward others’ throats.
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The boy walked the line of the street
between the houses where the dogs lie;
peered into bins, dragged his feet,
and ate what dogs had left,
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Donated by Family and Friends, In Memory of DAVID HATCHER,18th February 1941 - 11th February 2004, 'Sit with me and watch the sea'

Sea curls and froths, unfolding at my feet.
I sit, invited by the plaque,
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A living hand gave wave,
Long left growing under
For rain to slowly plunder:
A wart upon the grave.
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Under the lamplight glare
I sup the yellow potion,
Knees to chest in chair.
The only things in motion
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god forwoke from sleepless dream
for give; a single thought
and eternity became
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If only the Sea could sleep;
Call off its search and creep
Away in the dark to mourn.
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