Ouch G. Hetrick Poems

I am in transparency.
I can't see a path.
I can't see what I'm doing
but I can pass the waters.
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I lived for these days
a time older, a time wiser.
The few years on this poised
sphere wishing today to be
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It will always be in a simpler time
when all the green spades in the air
would fall through themselves, and pour.
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All my friends showed me what
disintigrated them;
showed me what would happen
when far off distances of blood
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Your job is to tell who you are.
And that bus,
what is it exactly?
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My head was up towards
our sun that always controlled
the orbit of our rocky globe.
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I was hiemal and isolated
that winter season, when I
lumped inside that empty rune.
The time I never knew about you,
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At the punch of a clock,
the birds make their unwelcome
noise because they just do.
They're crows.
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Flashes.
The flashes brighten to tingling shapes.
They tremble. They tremble,
and so softly fill the wedges on my palms.
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