Toby Twigg Poems

The Leaves all came together in one place
Each with each and all with all
They said their piece
From early Spring to almost Fall
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Cold wind
Blown dusty and dry
Brownstone stoops
& painted iron gates
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Sitting at the table of empty chairs
His world so small inside
Wishing he knew how to pray
How to dance
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A cold front moved across the Hudson River
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell's Kitchen
A Postal Canvas Hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger collecting cardboard refuse
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My body has turned to Winter now

Though I still think it's Spring
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I did not hear him as he called out
As if I could have comforted him
Or kept him from slipping away
Perhaps he was waiting to say goodbye
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Every day I am born anew
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
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No one knows why some choices made are unwise / certainly not I
Or why some are out of step with the universal mind / as is mine
All I know for sure is, I know nothing' for sure
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We are all just passing through
If we decide to stay a while, sit a spell
We may be able to rent or lease some place
As we ride this rock through space
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If you have to explain your Poems
Describe your Paintings
Justify the existence of your Sculpture
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