shimon weinroth Poems

Little flower put on the window sill
Will you blossom into geranium
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Waves of heat flow horizontally
Across the screened kitchen door
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Reflection of reflection, reflects illusion
And the true
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When I am her shadow
Ape her movements
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Can you squeeze the 'Blue Boy ' on canvass
The fate of icarus
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Their heads cushion our feet
Reflect sunbeams
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I have two souls
One belongs to TV
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Why me and not you
Stand first in the queue
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Reflection
Of the garden tree
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Meat sliced and diced in so many ways
Meat ground and pounded, treated and teased
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