Laurence Overmire Poems

I see two eyes
peering out at me from the corner of the couch
and a little pink nose
nestled in the middle
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High up there
About halfway up the building
You can see her in the window
She sits there for hours
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In the early 1960’s
Rocky bulled my
Winkle
And I still
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‘Neath the pines
Tall majestic pines
Still woods
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Boxed in tight corners of unreality

We believe we know
Understand, perceive
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In the trenches we wait
Rain pouring down
Our mud-soaked uniforms
Pasted to our bones
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In Seventeen Hundred and Forty Nine
A long ago lost relation of mine
Sailed from Germany
Never to return.
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The poets were lined up against the
Classroom wall
Shot through with trees and flowers and
Magpies in spring.
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Most of what makes me
What I am
I am
Ignorant of
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Nestled into the side of a hill
Warm fire, blazing
Comforter and footstool
Coffee steaming from a freshly brewed pot
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