Kim Barney Poems

Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
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If I look in the mirror
And myself I do not see
Does it mean that I'm not really here,
That I have ceased to be?
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My head is bald,
but I don't care.
I'm not so tall,
but I don't care.
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The storm is an angry lion;
With one hoarse, strident roar
He sends the small animals
Scurrying to shelter.
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I was sitting in my garden
Just relaxing in my garden
Doing nothing in my garden
When I saw a butterfly
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War.
Ugly.
Terrible.
Unforgiving.
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I still wear a white shirt every Sunday;
it makes it seem like things are normal still.
I'm sure they'll let us back in church some day,
that little red brick building on the hill.
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It's more than fifty
years now she's been gone.
She went to heaven and
left us all alone.
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I've never seen a dragon fly,
nor even seen a dragon,
yet I have seen a dragonfly
while sitting in my wagon.
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Poor old Marion Morrison,
He had a woman's name,
And yet Marion Morrison
Did rise up to great fame.
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