Ken Nye Poems

As the years go by and passions cool,
we make love in places that
twenty-five year olds only dream about.
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Storybook fables give gold a rich luster
that loses its brilliance with closer inspection.

Colors of leaves in autumn’s bright showcase
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Don’t go, little one.
Continue to believe that every smile you see
is from a heart that loves you.
Hold your little doll
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If I should die,
(and I will some day) ,
I won’t be far away.
You will see me.
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I wish I could sleep late.
But I feel the sun
pulling me into the day
even when it’s still well below the horizon
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We go through the motions when the children leave,
buy special dresses or rent tuxedos for the wedding,
find a special Maine gift to celebrate the move to California,
write reminder notes for the bachelor son heading off
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I love the way a dog smells.

Ever since I was a boy,
I have loved the smell of a dog's paws,
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MY MOM HAS GONE

Christmas Day,
driving my mother
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I heard a whippoorwill last night
sing his wonder of the world.
The forest hushed,
caught in the spell
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I don’t ever remember wondering if a voice
I faintly heard was my mother’s voice or not.
I always knew.
Just as the fledgling albatross can pick out its
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