David Watts Poems

My son brings me a stone and asks
which star it fell from.He is serious
and so I must be careful,
even though I know he will place it
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Inheritance

My father is made
of dust and intelligence.
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He is sitting next to her.
The firmness of her thigh is pressed against his.
There is no light between them.
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My father used few words.
He moved fearless
from task to task as if
they were meals to be eaten.
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Burma Shave

Crescent of soap
in the dish, absence
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Na Trang

My brother straps on his webbing, his belt,
his canteen, sidearm... gone
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Pleasure

Because she felt pleasure
running like that,
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Things My Son Told Me
for Gabriel

Dad, I like you... I don't kiss you very much
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Virus

The sun is a fried egg.
The wind has a door in it
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Laredo,1945

Mums is sleeping.
All the sentences she diagrammed
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