Jay Alexander Poems

Orchard

The manicured garden
With fountain spouting
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The waves break like signs
Rise and fall,
Crash into spraying light,
Bright, tight, hold,
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Sometimes they would hurl a voice at you
And you would try to fix it like a pinned butterfly,
You knew it was a muscular game,
Which could surprise like a bend in a river.
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And there were horses on
That day,
And the winds were blowing
The birds at play;
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Arise fair spoon,
Bring liquid joy;
Could all the
Days which I
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notches of burn,
ride-out a gum berth.
a whey spread
signs a wide
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I
held together by a canvas sheath
it resonates to earthy beat
more strings to this bow, if you care
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they
say
that
life
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No brush will ever render true,
The fluid transparent aqueous blue,
Nor words do justice to describe,
The ebb and flow of rushing tide,
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blue statue

with broken neck
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