Kate Richardson Poems

They met at a home remodeling show
At the Baltimore Convention Hall.
He was selling floor mops and
She demo’d picture hooks.
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The evening sun spilled gold
Across the fields that were so green
They hurt my eyes.
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In February, we find it lying motionless
In full sunlight. With no shadow for prediction,
We think it is dying and leave it alone.
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When he met her in the spring
She was baby-smooth.
Copper hair wisped over
Pale, thin brows.
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For Valentine’s Day
He gave her a razor
In a heart-shaped box.
“For my love, ” he said,
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When Peter Pan got home
There was a note on the phone:
Call Hook. Peter knew where;
He dialed the number
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