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Clocking off at first light, the
nightwatchman
Bids a gooday, howzit to the
blurry eyed binmen
Before heading home. He does not
envy them.
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When I was a child, I feared
spoons
More than tigers. In my
imagination
I could always outrun the appetent
cat,
Find an elephant to shi..
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Sun soaked. Clay laved. Buoyed by
the light
of a diamond’s indefatigable
verve --
I hear the boys of summer
echoing
through the en..
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That twelve-stair descent, the
unaired apprehension
for the black hole my bucolic
cousins claimed
a portal to Mephistopheles’ dank..
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"what I've been up to for the past month"
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Half a foot, too short …
the objection to the shearing direction
‘above the collar …’ overruled.
My father&rsq..
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At dusk, shadows reign. The sun
like a spent gimp hobbling from
the day’s fields
across the pebbled taupe of an
implacable shore
n..
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Calmed by the certainty
only the living will leave us
here,
we linger a little longer, seek
between their marbled rows
some echo of an..
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Make it new, and bring
back the old that was
left in its dust
wield the pen
chisel and paint
what once seemed fresh
wh..
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A tomorrow once, now
just another of the beat up old
junkers
on the blocks out back
rusting away among the roses.
A few parts, perhap..
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