William Marr Poems

April arrived
with a message on my desk
'Call Mr. Lyon—
Urgent! ! ! '
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Roaming somewhere in the universe
a clang from an anvil
or a hollow resonance from the woods
is yet to reach me
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Many would take it
as the midway station to heaven
nineteen hundred miles up
can heaven be far away?
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Standing on top of a skyscraper
one can no doubt pick the stars with ease
yet from here it seems more likely
that the stars descend from the sky themselves
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Even the shadows
are dried to the bone
their whiskers sparse and brown
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Now that she is middle-aged, my wife
likes to stand before the window
and comb her hair
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Retirement

At last
he can call
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the sky has become dizzy
holding its breath
watching
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with wings
anywhere can be home

yet all these starving refugees can do
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Lying magnificently in the nest
the two blue eggs, still radiant
with the mother's warmth
must have been hidden by God
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