Sonny Rainshine Poems

The leaves don’t let go
that easily either. It takes a bluster,
a filabuster of north wind,
and the wasp-sting of the first
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He stayed up half the night
collecting one hundred fireflies in a mason jar.
Just before midnight he unscrewed the lid
and released them inside the screen porch.
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One sex, one race,
one religion, one face.
One thought, one nation,
one dream, one altercation—
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Some say that people
who like poetry
live in a rarefied world
populated with pretty words
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In what she referred to as Reverse Art,
she decided to re-create
Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers”
in an arrangement of real blooms
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She reached for grapes
and grasped a cluster of words,
which she crushed in her fingers
to make a concoction of nouns
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One Chinese lantern,
forgotten when the lawn party
was spoiled by a summer downpour,
waves in the drizzly wind
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An acorn drops,
piercing the leafy humus.
Heavy rain in the night
entrenches it
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Growth! Progress! Expansion!
Then downsize it all when it gets too bloated,
and if that doesn’t work,
lower the borrowing rates
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Pearls from a necklace
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