Jan Sand Poems

These fingers touch the world for me.
They know the feel of bark.
They know a tree from head to knee
But cannot know a park.
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All hard lines, strong shapes
Bright colors, make escapes
To leave remains behind closed lids.
Dark sparkles, vague circles, pyramids
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Every morning I declare
With this razor
That no hair
Shall display itself upon my face.
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The stars fall down
In infinities of increment,
Each star an evanescent gem.
Unique multitudes to astound
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The melody of love
Plays well on flute and violin
Which sculpt in sound
The smooth and round
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When Earth dons
Night's black helmet
With the heavy sunball
Swinging from the chinstrap
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All mountains conquered,
We have go-karted on the Moon
Sent our metal mini-monsters off
To squat on Mars; dispatched a toy car
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The middle of the week
Wherein I balance on one foot
On the crack, the leak
Where past dribbles into future
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What was it
Said, at the beginning,
'Let there be! '
And there was?
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Along the way
One collects.
Sparsely,
If one has the wit to realize
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