Leo C. Jones Poems

There you are, a stone's
Throw away
Seemingly inches, fleeting bits of space
But miles and miles and more at the very least
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I love you
If you tell me
Now you’ll give
The moon to me
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On a folded piece of crumpled paper,
Torn from a notebook,
Was a hasty mess.
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White-washed walls
And white-washed curtains
White-washed halls
White, clear and certain.
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I wake up to a rainy morning.

The pits and pats
Pitter and patter on my windows
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Four thirty,
Barely morning,
My day starts before the day starts.
I bathe,
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You were the road not taken
The turn I could have took
My biggest 'what if.'
The die was cast and they clattered on the board
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The usual setting:
A public pub,
Or someone’s party
Or a park in the fall,
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French is the language of love
and it is love I wish to speak of
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I once said
I would think of you
always
I'd get you
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