John Lavan Biography

Leaving a restaurant he stalls and sings
loudly and strong
to a throng of people waiting, longing
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ice, hard as stone
- standing – in the North –
bring it South, to home,
the hearth, the heart, the home.
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My son has a marvelous habit of telling

strangers that this very day is his birthday
and they, confused, can’t fathom the truth
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My mother fainted
into our hearth one morning.
She covered up her pain
but I called in from school
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