Andrew Dabar Poems

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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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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