Sonny Rainshine Poems

Peace and harmony
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Because he was broken
she spoke to him in broken English,
in spoken anguish, in sighs.
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My mother always said
(or was it my aunt Ida Rae?)
that there are two kinds of people
(both women were beautiful
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The goldfinch clinched the pendulous
sunflower head, yellow on yellow,
beauty contrasted to beauty,
more than a bird on a flower
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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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Every stimulus sparks a response.
Memory, pain, and even a dream
often conjures up deep feelings too.
To experience the rush of sentiment
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Well, she’s done it now,
said the neighbors.

Looking out their wndows
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Leda wanted something beautiful in her house,
so she went to City Park to the lake
and wrestled a swan,
lugging it home to her living room.
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