Richard G Berg Poems

Her gift is a gift
Of a different kind
A kind surprise:
Small ball of candle.
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Girl in gallery
Removing headphones. Turning
Down her youth's volume
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A cemetery
Where nobody
Is buried
Anymore. Not one
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She cuckooed me towards a tree
Eyes arrowing an opening
Mid-way down its trunk
About the size of a baseball
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I hear reasoning
And laughter. You hear laughter
And reasoning. Which
Way round causes some reasons
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Oh yes, memory
Here you come here
They call come
Surfacing at once
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There he is, now, on her phone's horizon
Bragging of beer, being alone. Almost.
She's happy bookmarking time with a friend
His beer's lost its froth, clearing horizons.
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The waiter offered
Her dish of the day. She asked
What of yesterday's
Dish or soup of last month. He
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You do things to me
That things can only
Dream of
This is everything
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Big Issue seller
Sitting cross-legged
Out shouts countries
Of buses
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