Rae Desmond Jones Poems

(For Christine)

i wish:
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(To Patrick)

the little boy
in dirty shorts was
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two girls sit side by side
in the coffee lounge at a table
cluttered with glasses streaked
with ice cream & rimmed with lipstick bows.
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On the computer screen
three American marines lie across a road
West of Baghdad,
arms curled as though they were asleep,
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in the hour after you left
your brother coughed & slurped his soup
& argued with Arnold Schwarzeneger.
Arnold was talking through a glass tube
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it is raining softly
as an old Greek woman
dressed in black walks
along the path with
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in the corner of the small square park
a rat picks at a lunchwrap
the night is quiet & the moon is still
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when you saw
the burning marigolds
set in beds
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