Peggy Hapke Lewis Poems

I tell you that a young man
in this library
finds you exciting. Don’t laugh.
He has seen your passion
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Who am I in candlelight
and rain coursing down
the window pane
to seal me in this wondrous egg
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Lying on my back
in the creek
hidden by the wet
wrap of leaves
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What if those bleak mornings
when you are plucked from sleep
by sonorous bump and groan
and sucked into the vacuum of a black hall
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