S. A. Crawford Poems

a line of spoons
upon the sill
in a lengthy row
nesting nestled within
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Into ages we blow the dandelion wish,
Release it to turn of memories' air;
So by flight or burr, float or stitch,
Couriers bear dreams of worlds' seeded fare.
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Dead Man, Reamis

There he is. So very still.
His bones, rattleless. They do not give
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The Blue Pool Of


If I had known,
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Into Ether
Into—
into the ether
This
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I became a poet
to save my life.
Had no choice,
God made me do it.
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