vince gullaci Poems

I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit
between the eyes
left me reeling
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The end of the dream
and into the nightmare
sideshow distortions
and Edvard Munch screams
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Persimmon trees
are bugiardi
they flower again
out of season
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Such a brilliant
sun blessed
fluke of nature
we find ourselves
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I'll bring a brioche
with coffee dear
what would you like
with the brioche
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Dealing with knowledge
of life's shortage
and the omnipresent
threat of dying
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I'm not the man
you thought
I could be
I fell way short
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The morning light
of the new dawn
cracking through the blinds
gives me great hope
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I'd love to remain
as God
made me
who knows
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Our beloved land
of green and gold
of rich red hills
and golden shores
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