William L Roberts Poems

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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