Stuart Knapp Poems

I need this room empty
Nail shut the windows
Lock down the door, descend
The stairs in search of a candle
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Moving through London
A tide receding
The moon leaves me
A blue season ends
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And at the end, one day I stand
In the field where I have been alone
This place, I know in my heart
The daffodils, un-beheaded, wilted, giving way
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In the morning
I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning
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When I still smelled like a boy
I really did not belong
To anyone or anything
When I was new and clean
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On white horse wings
Ushered in from corners
Farther than those
With unlikely souls
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