Perry Shepard Poems

There comes a time
Where the wind stands still.
It is at this point
I lose my balance.
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Like a Zen monk
I sit amidst humanity
Just breathing—just breathing
Letting thoughts go by-
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An American Folktale in Three Parts

The Pink Penguin on My Chest
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There are times
After a day of life
I stand out in the yard
Letting the wind
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She was only fourteen
When he took advantage
She loved the words
And tentative touch.
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