Ronald Baatz Poems

I LOVE PARIS

Now that the motel is up for sale
I'm constantly dreaming of living
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THE BROKEN NOSE

Seems no one likes the clothes I wear.
Seems no one likes the Salvation Army.
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THE NEXT THREE DAYS

Tonight Z was lamenting
about wanting to leave town.
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FROM A SAFE DISTANCE

The red roses at the side of the motel
appear exhausted and to be losing color,
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AT THE MOTEL

The first task in the morning
is often the shoveling of snow.
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RAIN FOR THE SEEDS, KNIFE FOR THE MOLD

More rain. I don't play any music, instead I listen
to the rain in the open window. Even the sound of it
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Kruegar's cooking meat again.
Kruegar's room is between mine
and Murray's. Right now Murray
is in intensive care with heart failure,
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MINDING MY FRIENDS' DAUGHTER

On the other side of town, minding my
friends' daughter while he is working
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