Poem-a-Day

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She finds the jar in the morning On his bedside table Like a lamp that has gone out. She told him to Punch holes in the lid So they could breathe But he…
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This isn’t what I wanted, your father Following me as if I know where I am Going, in these woods I stand to inherit When he dies. What I want is Your…
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An old man told me this at a bar, so keep that in mind. An artist at the end of a career that had been a failure decided there was only one way to be…
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When the last families have gone home And the girl who takes tickets has left For her next job scooping ice cream At the Union Dairy, the painted horses…
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We tried To get a picture of you Mirroring one of the statues. It was one of the last things We did together. You gave me your phone And I watched you…
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I think it must Be just one thing That makes the rain Shy, something Touched every day Or three, a knife Or a lamp string, Things that glint Or sway…
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On the stage: a single tree blossoming over a single gravestone. The tree is a young apple tree in full blossom, almost flamboyantly alive, the blossoms…
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The students are at my digital door With a pixilated battering ram That flickers upon impact. One of them makes it into the room. We sit in boxes side…
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I lost count of how many times We heard August and Everything After, in August and every other Month, but mostly in autumn, On the way to and from…
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When Emily was born She didn't cry. Her large bright eyes Of no worldly color Terrified the midwife. Walt wasn't born. One day he walked out Of a stand…
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It is that hour when Everything turns simple. Silhouettes and shadows. You find yourself Taken like a child Up to her bed On Christmas Eve, Or like a…
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The light grows old so elegantly, Its needing a cane is a style. Sky the blue of apology. Pigeons on the fire escape, Dim-witted, obvious. It’s May now…
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