Michael Pruchnicki Poems

Petals on yellow flowers
have fallen from aging blossoms

The bees that once tumbled
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In a back bedroom upstairs stands an antique armoire-
a four by eight foot clothespress of dark Spanish maple-
ornate cornice and frieze overhanging double doors,
brass hinges and doorknobs gone verdigris,
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The sun slips behind clouds
playing at hide-and-seek
in a sea of blue overhead.
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Demons must follow
the straight path
through silver poplar grove-
village folk contrive twists
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It was early autumn
an afternoon
in a quiet neighborhood
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jamey is a twee
he writes like you and me
but he's more precious, you see
annoying and obscure; is that why we
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The fragrance of fresh baked cakes fills our house
And our hearts ascend with the vapors to Heaven.

The sanshin sounds in the village street as we gather
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Sweet fragrance of baked cakes
ascend heavenward with our hearts

sweet sounds of the sanshin
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Baked cakes in the houses
dogwood blossoms on the temple

a devoted people
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