William L Roberts

A new mountain range lines the horizon,
Black against the rising sun's golden sky.
My dog pays it no mind
And though I know it for illusion,
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With the first faint glow of dawn
A bird sings in the tree across the lawn.
I'm awake, restless but unwilling to move.
There's an endless hour yet before the alarm,
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Aimless as windblown paper
Chanced against the parking lot's chainlink fence,
She idles down the aisles in the Wal-Mart,
And pauses a time amid the cosmetics.
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The arrow's green and I turn left.
Straight, there's a strip mall,
A dealership, a gas station,
Then the road climbs a hill.
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With the crack of distant breaking trees,
Unheard and unseen,
Darkness and silence settles upon the house.
The furnace dies with a groan,
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There's the sun, low, an horizon on fire.
Turn.
There's the moon, no higher,
Sweet with promise, golden and serene.
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'Let's stop here for lunch.'
'Dad, there'll be a view
Just a little bit further.'
What he said was quite true.
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The trail wound down and passed a lake.
Being in need of a rest,
I sat on a rock and looked across.
Since I could see the other side,
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We've two new kittens at our house,
Eight months, calico and cute.
The dog'd sure like to give them the boot.
Though to scale, she's a dinosaur,
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Found beer! found beer!
How I love my found beer!
Sometimes frozen, sometimes hot
Mostly flat, seldom a lot.
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Had a yardsale today.
At first it made me sad,
But then I had a fancy that cheered me up
And I quite enjoyed myself,
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The Wind caressed my face and whispered:
'I love a man.'

I thought, 'Perhaps she means me!
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I woke in the early morning
To hear a bird singing,
Solitary, outside our window,
The only sound in the world.
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'Make your presentation, tell us what you've learned! '
Love stood by the blackboard and waited.
In my dream she was my high school french teacher,
The one who sometimes slipped out of class
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Spring dances in the air,
Filling every heart with gladness
Filling every mind with madness.
Each, after a walk around the parking lot,
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Into my garden,
In the Springtime, the pretty song time,
My darling comes to me,
'Can I have the car keys and some money?
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My son and I ambled along the sand,
Heading for a resort town
A mile or so down the beach.
We came upon a Miller Lite can
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The trees outside the house
Have become lightly tinged with red.
It's doubly false:
Fall's both long since fled
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A cat sleeps curled in my mind.
Her fur, rich and gray as smoke,
Crackles with every stroke -
Staticy in my dry mental air.
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By the town pond we walked,
One fine Saturday in May,
Hand in hand, matching steps,
Walking as one along the sunlit bank.
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