John Tansey Poems

The doctor’s say it is his heart’s murmur
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If the foreknowledge of our own impending death
is not enough to put proper perspective
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Brandon, the world
depends on the existence
of fireflies
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Now old, joints arthritic,
Skin callused and sagging
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I called you again, this morning

So that I might rise, hopeful,
as the sun, splashing,
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Pea green sea squalls,
Whorled out of a Nor’easter
Ping with the sting of the ocean’s spray.
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The Organ Donor

How do you pick yourself up and move on
After an intense, passionate love affair.
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I am at the point
Where I can absorb no more.

You can only get so rain-soaked
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Astrology
(In The Stars)
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Ash Wednesday
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