Susan Lacovara Poems

You hold me
Like hands that cup water
From a running stream
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They fall in love differently...

The young, the needy, the hurt
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Am I, to believe, in the lottery
That fickle fate, flailing her hand
Could change the landscape
So well worn, with faith
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Let's stay up all night
and listen to the dark...
Just you and I
huddled in the whisper of winter
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Now that the heaping crumpled paper, boxes and bows
are remnant reminders, is there afterglow...
Or lasting offers of peaceful promise
Outstretched kindness, in stranger's hands...
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All that is aching
An aching reminder
Of dimly-lit dancing
When muscles were kinder
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I want to give you reason
To fall safely into my arms
Desperate for another chance
To recoup your heavy losses
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'Please sir, can I have some more',
That twist of fate, leaving me hungry, still
unsatisfied
with empty bowl,
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If I, to harvest, today,
All, that is ripe and delicious
And beautiful...
To place before you,
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Ten...

Scaled measured perfection...
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