Andrew Dabar

Another day
And soon, I'll be on my way
To a job that I hate
But I cannot be late
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South Carolina May
At tree frog end of day
We waited in line
For the Clementine
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Passing by
She catches his eye
But soon it will be everything else
A hair-trigger trap
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Ponder nature's hex:
A warm, spring breeze
Happy honey bees
Soft white snow
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Though seconds away
They'll be docking some pay
It's holding me back
I can't cross the track
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The evening before
At a grocery store
She broke my heart
As she filled the cart
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I walked in quiet solitude
Along the sand one night
I strolled with prayerful attitude
Beneath the evening light
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A mandatory evacuation emptied their neighborhood.

Days later, things that hover in the air—satellites, helicopters, drones—detail the destruction with live video feeds and still shots. People all over the country and around the world stare into televisions and phones, mesmerized by a God-like view of the before and after, zooming in and out, devastation in high definition. The ocean in the yard, uninvited, trespassing, peeking through windows. An intruder slipping in, rushing up the stairs, rearranging things. A thief who steals by the house load, sifting thoroughly through drawers, cabinets, and closets. A cold, grim reaper for some, carrying their gulping bodies away.
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n my dream
I see them standing there
Two little girls
Ocean pearls
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One day when I am old and gray
Memories of dad will be as fresh as today
And folks might see me
On a cold night and windy
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Bought a bird; named him Flip.
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Andrew Dabar
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At twilight
On a honeysuckle firefly night
Two southern widows are rocking on front porch chairs
Together but alone with their private thoughts and wistful stares
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Cadmium air
Gray wash sky
Watercolor moon
Opaque smudge on the darkening canvas of approaching night
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Tonight the High Plains are nothing but darkness. I will light them with the candles of my dreams.
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Andrew Dabar
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Crape Myrtle hot pink
Breasts leak with late summer rain
On my upturned face
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Late autumn wind
Whispering friend
You speak to my heart
Again and again
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At a quarter past two
Moonlight so blue
Illumines her face
In slumbering grace
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She looks at me from across the room, smiles, and looks away again. And then, it's business as usual for her. But my heart, it lifts and sinks. Like a curtain on the breeze. It lifts and sinks again and again.
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Andrew Dabar
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She drops to her knees
And nobody sees
Unless there's a God
In the heavenlies
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Innocent and unaware
Of all who've been swallowed there
Small children play at the mouth
Of a hungry behemoth
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