Robert Ronnow Poems

5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder with
hungry lunch-seeking business men
and women. Ricardo unpacked
his horn nervously and a foot cymbal.
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A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle is full
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Chipmunks, squirrels collecting
bitternut hickory, chirping
against a small owl cruising
low beneath the trees.
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I am thinking of the day
            I came to you
                        with a yellow rose
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Even in the last days you need clean clothes;
therefore you may be found in the laundry
mornings, small task against the larger one
of not breathing. With simple joy
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Night drive home
no cars behind or ahead
the day had been satisfying
victories, compromises, achievements
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I'm not hard,
I'm scared.
I thought the cherry was the birch.
When the cloud cleared
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Spring. Same plants, same order.
Monday morning, open for business.
Tractor-trailers, day care centers.
Every leaf that's coming out is out.
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I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
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Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
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