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A Poem by Vol
There
are many I know who
sit
in nice chairs and search
for
something to care about.
Stark,
starving children work
twelve
hours a day..
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A Poem by Vol
Death don’t wait!
But we do.
If we take our time,
and aren’t interrupted
by that sneaky b*****d
clobbering us with
..
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A Poem by Vol
The
arid Llano Estacado
labors
under an unprettiness
of
beauty. The neutrality of
a
million shades of brown
from
yellow-tan, to rust, an..
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A Poem by Vol
Slam!
The
spring on the screen door did its job.
“Quit
slamming that door,
I
told you to stay outside;
just
look at the flies you&rsqu..
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A Poem by Vol
The top of the hill is thirty
degrees up
from horizontal where a ripe
moon
is harvested in a net of naked
trees.
Its pink blush, like yo..
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A Poem by Vol
I brush
your skin like silk
and
feel it burn beneath
the
pressure of my lips,
Tiny
peach down ripples
in
my breath as this hand
..
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A Poem by Vol
I moved
to the country,
a
white shack in a corner,
and
just an acre or two
across
from the little church.
Billy
had been there
for
fifty ..
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A Poem by Vol
If only philosophy was the
answer.
It seems giant slices of our
pie
have the fruit squeezed out
and
all the flavor of what could
hav..
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A Poem by Vol
The pastures burn a
brilliant green and
stretch
themselves out from
the
ragged fence, and
over a
sultry curve of
hill. In the
naked fore..
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A Poem by Vol
In
my youth, school was for dummies,
no
one knew what to do with intelligence.
It
is far worse today when ninety-five percent
of
dro..
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