Sonny Rainshine Poems

Your friends marvel
at your dexterity,
envy your mercurial
mobility—yes,
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He fantasized about hiring a sailboat
and heading out to sea in a straight line
and never coming back.
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She left nothing behind
but a three-quarters-smoked
cigarette, menthol.
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She knew he was filth
the minute she laid eyes on him.

What did she expect to find
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The professor quietly
enters the lecture hall
and begins to wind
the timer.
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Where do you keep your joy?
Did you install it
in a strongbox or tuck it
in your wallet?
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Death in this painting is not beautiful,
as you’ll find Him in Medieval
allergorical etchings—all slender with perfect posture.
The horse He rides here
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Like a child leaps
from shade to shade
on a broiling hot sidewalk
in July,
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We are creatures who like
to number things,
name things.
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Just like ole Tom Joad
in the Grapes of Wrath,
he defends the down and out
and seeks the higher path.
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