Wanda Swim Strunk Poems

August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
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Tangled in the loving slender arms
I would knot the ends
To make a swing
Under my willow tree
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I am
Holding your eyes
Hostage
But
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Casey hides behind an Elvis swagger
And a marlboro red
He's small and charming
He has a smile that is velvet
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you made My bones
Flesh and skin
you and him
A human suitcase
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Quietly you go
Soft angel feathers
Envelope your soul
Carrying you away from us
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Bitter as an unripe orange
Orange you glad you asked

Asked a question so divine
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Old broken words in spineless protection
At best
Is dimly Lit
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Winter heralds In a level of depression
That surpasses
The level of elation
I feel when spring arrives
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She walks with envy
Thinking everyone has more than she does
So she lies and steals
Manipulates situations to her advantage
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