Jay Reynolds Poems

I walked next to the
river today

Of course it flows
...

who do you talk to?

when you are
alone?
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Poetry is a
Dried out Old
Shell
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I boil the water
my soul feels
its warmth
the cups are
...

I like things that
rot
like a stump
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Tapping on the
window
three times
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silence as a
noun

Great Blue Heron
...

Socks, shoes and
feet
Where they bring
me
...

They are here
They have been here

The second we became
connected
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weary by this Autumn's
wet heavy snow.
pine trees bent over
like old men.
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