Jack Buck Biography

it is best at night with the snow coming down
to walk through the wide empty streets
or to stay right where we are
just on the other side of all that cold
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occurring in a kitchen
framed by a window
above a sink
it's pouring in this town
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It snows in my poems of my life
as it snows on the open fields over northern North America
And at the end of your street, where we can no longer see out the window
Below we sleep naked on top of the covers
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how short can a love story be
and still be considered love
the distinction of time putting value on love in terms of weighed quality
time's insistence to prove it exists
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If you mute the television
you can faintly hear the echo of your own voice
attempting to reach you from a distant dimension,
pleading for you
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