Tom J. Mariani

Rookie (January 1948 / San Francisco, CA)

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1968 Talking About The Revolution

I took off my glasses
that I might see
I took off my shoes
that I might be

The one I was in search of
The one I never had
The one that by finding
I would be so glad

I took off my watch
so I wouldn't know the time
I took off to nature
hoping to find the sign

The one I was in search of
The one I never had
The one that by finding
I would be so glad

I started to take of my clothes
I thought the last distraction
Then luckily I realized - - -
This is just a poem- - - an abstraction

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Frost

Frost covers fallen bridges,
As it does the ones that stand.
The whiteness settles overywhere.
It's gone when I touch your hand.

The morning is when we see the frost,
Yet we know it came the night before.
I've been awake, still it has come;
Quiet and cold to our locked door.

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