Category: for another poet
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For E.M. Forster
Every room has a view even if it’s only four walls and door and appears to be a closet It doesn’t matter if you have a window or how you got in or how you go out Just know you can leave when you are ready Love does not follow norms it follows where it…
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Reading Mark Fitzgerald while sitting in the park
When we were young we tried to live in the now When we tried to understand now became then and no return allowed 2-10-20
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rain
Birds are mysteriously silent on the subject of rain Squirrels don’t pole dance on wet trees Neighbors don’t walk their dogs in a storm I’m on my porch wondering what Mr. Chesterton had against cheese 2-6-20
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Edge of night
You sit on the end of a bench with a book and warmed over coffee On the other end is a pine cone you don’t begrudge it space and let it stay In a late afternoon woods warblers sing in bushes cardinals call back and forth You watch a leaf pick itself up off the…
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sitting in the cool by myself
House music overhead counting beats So many songs the same uptempo drum line Start with a bass drum thump 1-2-3-4 Light touch of a high hat whispers in between Add tom tom and snare on the beat familiar as your heart It doesn’t matter who sings or the lyrics it is all white noise Hunkering…
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Dreaming the night before the night before Christmas
I dreamed I was trying to wake from a dream within a dream and every dream I dreamed led into another dream and I could not wake up I dreamed I met an old friend who I did not know but he knew me I dreamed that I was in a custom coffee store tasting…
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Dear Dr. Alpert
…I woke up this morning and read of your walking through a door in the sky …I hope this was as good for you as you were to us …I hope someone was there to walk you home illumined by countless stars …I hope you are allowed to continue investigating truth in all the worlds…
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Tattoo Dream
Sitting alone A corner table It is not a fancy bar Just a dimly lit bar A bar like thousands of other neighborhood bars You sit with a pen and tablet A book of Charles Bukowski poetry And sip water with a lime A woman comes over Says she finds you attractive Amused at the…
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For the Poet, Andrea Gibson
Cultural climate change ice bergs of hate set adrift melt in warmer seas I journey to Charleston holy city filled with churches to listen to a famous poet poet sells out venues markets herself a queer poet because America is tired of hate 10-18-19
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