Doren Robbins Poems

You're at peace again.
You smell her musk
and sweat
on your skin again.
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You walk up from the river
you float down my eyes―

do what you like, white strap-lines
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Roamed around drunken on Crete
maybe too long. In my chaos I met
an obsessed man from Belgium
who studied Zen a man about fifty
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Never just some walk to the pools or to where
the petals burst. You know how I wrote
to you once: protect the body within the body
of little blood-contained blossoms
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I start out
to write about
the boat on my
medallion from Crete.
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To lose you, it is nothing to lose you,
to stand only in the rain of you,
the rain that falls only from you,
from the bottom of your hair.
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Somebody asked me
but I'm not going
to argue about
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Alone with one lamp
I bite into the red pearl of a nectarine.
It’s been a year of lay-offs, impulsive
travels, and birth
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I thought I would keep going without you,
stay in these few rooms, stare at the chairs I hate
without you. I thought I would go on like that,
alone with my days, bitter, smoking into the steering wheel
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July was always the month for me. I cling
to July as if there are no doubts about
July. I feel human enough and animal enough
in July. I identify with those harvests flying
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