Way Lenn Poems

There are question marks
That hang like hooks,
And every now and then
That dot at the end will drop
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You wore a coat I had seldom seen, maybe twice,
But now it's like a white certainty in my mind.
We stood by that sleek and silver tram and suddenly,
On that night, it had all the frightening potential of a bullet,
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Feather light; It sits against a
Background of dust then wood.
It will rise soon with the next breeze,
And what seems like a puff of smoke;
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I lied.
I did not mean to but the moment took over,
And now I’m covering tracks,
Shuffling crisp leaves with my hand over where my story came.
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So I lay my hands, flat, upturned and unhurried;
An open gesture, maybe of surrender,
Showing the absence of anything carried.
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Stop covering up.
This blanket agreement. Cotton mouth!
I tried to speak with you today, you said something indecipherable;
Mumbled- maybe muffled words. Should I ask you again what you said?
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It’s not the vagrant’s wearied stare that disturbs me so,
It’s my own wearied avoidance of his eyes,
Because how do you tell them ‘No’—there are too many of them.
So I rattle wearily by; Shout after me—too slow!
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Moving away from the hearth, haven,
The joy and laughter of a weekend spent.
Ahead the fields surround the base of a mountain
Like a patched quilt and already memories of
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We'll help you join the dots. Now there's a line,
But we want it straight and true,
Otherwise it's a messy affair.
Make it taut, pull each end, to me, to you.
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That day was sketched grey
As we walked between concrete
Dwellings, and my head cool
From rainwater but my thoughts
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