Maple Trail Poems

Once,
I saw you (almost) raise your hand
then smile toward me…
but I was already too far away to speak
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Now that your poems
don't sing of me
no need to choose colors carefully
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Of my eleven thousand days or so
I think most about the autumns
about finding leaves for biology class
seeing the thighs I mean girls in shorts
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I asked the teacher
“Have more been killed
than have killed? ”
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The first ones
took hold of me
like a huge bear hug
from the librarian
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In April
she came home from the city
brightly clad in flower power
bubbling with tales of life larger
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He did not graduate with an MFA
or have an award for his lapel
No screen in hand
so they did not see him
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I took this poem to the balcony
held it between the airwaves
Why?
Because Autumn,
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