robert dickerson Poems

</>After the summer rain
you led me out to the garden
you led me out to the garden
after the summer rain
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</></>Autumn is a pretty season:
We'd like him better than Spring
with her green conceit
and endless yodeling
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Infection? Whoa! Now that's an awful curse.
But you're a bore, and that is something worse.
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Hate? Sorry, not in my repertory.
Finding fools funny? That's a different story
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Little ADD dog in a saddle coat of guilt. It pants
Looking a little silly in his (or her) which?
Hoodie shirt and sweat pants;
For purposes let's say 'him'; your ears
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</></></></></></>Why we like them I don't know
Maybe it's the way they come and go
So quickly and like the best
Out-of-town guests reserve
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</>Bad economy? Or meted means to pay?
Crash? Or opportunity
to save and wonder if the real me
is merely defined by what I buy and have?
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</>The devil is a gentleman
by his admired light
we read and entertain
and party all the night
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</...and the Titanic of our love,
fires in the hold still raging,
slides beneath the dark waves,
which themselves re-formulate
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