Sonny Rainshine Poems

Paper whirly-birds.
They look so much
like pairs of insects’ wings,
spi-
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Down in the murky black
waters of Wolf Creek,
my no-count buddies used to say
when we snuck away from
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I wonder if only wild animals and children
experience the spontaneity, the ka-boom,
the rush of everyday living. And if so,
can I retrieve the gift, the youthful largesse
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If I had your eyes,
I’d have the vision of a mystic.
I’d be generous; I’d be kind.
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Now show me a picture of pain,
the child said to his mother.

You are not ready, she softly said,
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White hot snowball fight,
a coy moon the referee:
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Just like bindweed
and the dandelion,
you keep coming back,
perplexed that everyone
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It was when I drove by your house
and noticed that you had never taken down
the Christmas decorations
that I first understood what had happened to you.
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Rippled like the red dunes
of Oman, patterned by thirsty wind
that meanders serpentine
like a cobra,
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The pain around his shoulder blades,
bursitis, his physician had declared,
was rather the strain of maturing wings
pushing against the dermal wall
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