July 31, 2019
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without loss
i can think of you now
without loss
after flowers have witheredwithout asking
why people, if they have any direction,
always go toward separationwhy, after the sun sets
passing time cannot bring back
our childlike foolish dayslike the first blade of grass
turning barren land
into green fieldseven though you should have told me
long ago, that where there are no gods,
there is no templefinally i can think of you, no longer
star bedazzled nor resplendent
not in a beautiful dream or a dream of beautyfinally the pain is only a memory of pain
like the mirror of a lake
after a stone falls and the ripples have subsided
Comments (1)
hearing
is a loss with or
without nomenclature
this poem is about lies
of lines, ice cream and
frosties (root beer) all
day suckers and hard candy
apple red, one strawberry split
you see? one mini-van, a GMC
half-ton...what did i tell you?
no licking tongues? this poem
is about Frosties! hear me now.
or forever hold sweetness in
your ear....Looks like a hearinggggggggggggggg
problem.
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