Josh Sternberg Poems

Freedom speaks and freedom sings
Songs streaked with pain and truth
Astonished me from the rings
Of bells and subterranean things
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Unknown space, unknown air
Undefined, when darkness stares
Unknown time and unkempt hair
Unknown boys without a care
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How can life be measured
In greatness or in pleasure?
Or other things we treasure
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I love the first day of Spring
And the smell of fresh cut grass
I love driving with the top down
And going way too fast
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Amber locks of amazing hair
but not lovelier than lilacs - no!
Or honeysuckle, you are more fair
than small white babies breath
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Once again
I find myself in a poignant moment
Under a streetlight's glow
Back and forth, the moths duel for warmth
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