mimi brown Poems

You speak to the brides
through the cold thin air
of treason,
betraying them by your
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The summer we spent at the beach
left us far from where we started.
You were content to spend your days,
nights, in quiet somnambulism.
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Cool air and a ripe apple lie forgotten
on the bed of summer.
A chestnut orb, prickly piece of
sabotage, finds my step as I transverse
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I missed you today.
Yesterday, your footprints were
found in the gray sand.
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I wait at night
for the man to come.
Tired of daylight dawning.
Eyes blinded wide
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Time has moved in, bringing his
dusty cloak and a steamer trunk.
With a creak unnoticed before,
he lifts the brassed lid high
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The town square was tepid in the early morning light.
Tea for two and a squirrel begging for food.
Serenity transposed on a single blade of grass.
A moment's pause in a possible lifetime.
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During deep discussion it slipped out;
the tiger long caged, the skeleton in the closet.
A secret so hidden, it's cobwebbed form
floated unheard for seconds.
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The house on the corner was empty.
When I passed by, there were no
reminders of us having lived
on the third floor with the slanted
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You went to the
top of the mountain
where the trees stood
aside to give you
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