Susan Lacovara Poems

I will come and find you, friend
Where you lay your troubles
Out to dry
Help you iron the wrinkles of worry
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I am, that I am...
A chameleon...
Shifting between the hues
That camouflage my insecurities,
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With only the crickets chatter
To keep me company,
The breaking dawn
Lets herself in
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I love the fall of feather rain
But fear the thunder in the distance
I see the rise of planted grain
And hopeful it sways with resistance
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Brewing over my wake up coffee
I can't help but wonder...

Does she love you with the richness
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I thought I'd pick you daffodils
On this stunning yellow day
With fresh bouquet
Climb up your hill
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While you're busied by the breaking day
Your stacked high schedule
To file away
In black and white
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Like a moth drawn to an open flame,
I follow the glorious moon
that hangs so low tonight,
I swear I can reach up...and steal it
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Let me enter lightly, into the breaking new day's promise
steady and ready to encounter the beauty
that is offered with no price tag attached...
bargain hunting for a breathtaking moment of clarity...
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Just when I think your image has faded
dimmed, by the thief of time
In the most unusual of places
You show up...dressed up in yourself
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