S. R. Lavin

S. R. Lavin (4/2/45 / Springfield, Massachusetts)

1.	Perdido	2/12/2006
2.	On The Beach	3/30/2006
3.	The Best Part Of The Day	5/18/2006
4.	American Homeland	1/30/2007
5.	His Dilemma	1/30/2007
6.	Picture Perfect	12/23/2005
7.	In The Shadow Of Dudley Mountain	2/5/2011
8.	Walls Of Art, Walls Of Separation	2/6/2011
9.	Ocean Marsh At Dawn	3/11/2011
10.	Dire Times & Endless Desire (Like A Streetcar)	3/16/2011
11.	The View From 21b	3/17/2011
12.	Amish Country For M. J. Lavin	6/4/2011
13.	Glint Of Sun	10/29/2011
14.	Glazier	10/29/2011
15.	Reflections In The Sun	11/7/2011
16.	The Great Awakening Nov.2011	11/21/2011
17.	Indian Lake For S. R. H.	3/25/2013
18.	My Son Slept In Red Cloud	11/28/2005
19.	Blue 71	12/6/2005
20.	Outermost, A Man Alone	12/7/2005
21.	My Secret Life	11/27/2005
22.	The King Of Hearts Is Dead	11/27/2005
23.	Park Bench 101	12/12/2005
24.	In The Field Were Fireflies	12/12/2005
25.	Visions Of My Mother & Beyond	12/12/2005
26.	The Geese Don'T Know What Day It Is	12/16/2005
27.	Sawed In Half	12/23/2005
28.	Where Did The Llamas Go? {or, Being There With You}	12/23/2005
29.	Eternal Being	11/27/2005
30.	Crossing Lake Champlain With You	12/12/2005
31.	Two Doves	12/23/2005
32.	The Breeze Provokes Me	12/25/2005

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Crossing Lake Champlain With You

The word “Hebrew” means “those who crossed over”….
the ones who sought to be separated from
those who did not cross over…the ones
who crossed over were seeking the meaning of life.

Crossing Lake Champlain by ferry with you
on a windy, wintry afternoon is
like passing out of death into life.

This is what we were created for –-
to become the essential ingredients
of an eternal moment, when friends
make every effort to meet each other’s needs.

Paraphrasing the essential –-
“Make life your poetry, not poetry your life.”

These are words we ...

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Stopping on the bridge, just a short bike ride from town,
on a lonely stretch of new york highway -
where the marsh maps the land -
if you listen you hear
the rivulets like blood
pulsing under your skin,
the rustle of grasses
and milk thistle tops
like fingers

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Crossing Lake Champlain With You

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