Thomas Buckley Poems

aware of your affection
as much, at your discretion
your touch, against my lips
as such, you write the script
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destitute townships wave a flag
of white, surrendering to sorrow
as through the mud, they drag
their feet to a new tomorrow
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recommending my heart to read kama
sutra, learning love quickly before
the final test
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bows diving deep breaking the current
a trio- each in the direction
of the new setting sun which hung
low in the sky over the mountains west
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fissures in the fabric of my words
with every silken thread silently sewn

a blanket patched together
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flowers in bloom
unfolding petals silently, with winter’s glacial
touch far from stems, broken;
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Shadows expand beneath a dimming horizon,
pink and purple and orange and golden beams hang upon the wall,
as if cast by a flashlight delivering illumination through a prism,
each color traveling a separate road,
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From the shoreline i see a man,
his head barely breaking the choppy surface
and panic colors his pallid face and his misty, hazel eyes
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The walls are white
to the side of me and behind me
and painted copper at the front
behind the teacher's back.
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