Pat Jourdan Poems

The woman in the airport cafe
is doing nothing special;
she is saving the world.
The woman is nothing special;
...

And they of course not knowing
that dreams were being rinsed out beside them
sat waiting for red lights and signs
and cups of soap powder,
...

Talking at Christmas, he falters -
now and again, a distance falls,
a new look in his eyes
as if he watches invisible films.
...

I always wondered
as the magnificent stag
wandered of, having
given up the forest to his son,
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Flashes of light at the church
in the darkening afternoon -
whiteness blazing.
A wedding crowd streams out as cameras flicker.
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