Sandra Osborne Poems

It was our first night in the old West Virginia cabin.
It had been built around 1770 and was made entirely
from hand-hewn logs and you could still see the
deep and shallow chisel marks, the cuts and level lines from the
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I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof.
I want to wake up next to you lying softly by my shoulder.
Then, while listening to the soft metal’s gently ringing,
I would gently wake you with a shower of kisses
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Let’s see, fought the Wal-Mart crowd
bought milk, bread and eggs,
bought dog food, cat food, hamburger,
hot dogs, buns, mayonnaise, ravioli,
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Feeling here
I am alone.
Waiting softly
For the phone;
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Cinnamon words
And Cinnamon skies,
Cinnamon nights
And Cinnamon lives
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A murdered poet? Is it true?
What the hell should we do?

Should we bid ourselves adiu?
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A psychological fear
Must be so strong,
To block out sane,
All day long.
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I love you really
I do love you.
I think about you everyday
And night your in my mind.
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Cadillac ranch
On the album sleeve,
Cadillac ranch
All glaring with fame
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Three rows of letters,
In white little squares
Silently wait,
As you silently stare.
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