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published in afternoon magazine
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for Emily, because we both love rain & trains.
( a poem I wrote in college..a long time ago)
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Rain on Tin
you are that sound.
a tremor of pebbles
down a furrow of dark.
exquisite in dark gray
in the darkset of metal.
a shaving from tr..
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The Piggybacks
I can feel them behind me.
It is a piggyback ride of warnings.
My mother leans over my shoulder
alert to the road ahead with di..
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Teach Me To Be Smooth
you are so beautiful,
a strut legged piece of swagger,
an eight ball in the pocket
of your choosing.
each day I slip..
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I am here for donuts, but today Angelo is pushing spaghetti.
He is ill with the waitress, the appliance man, the wife,
and mostly himself, for cooki..
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This Is A Secret
This is a secret hidden by the snow.
A warm wind is packing up
a continent away
It dreams of a southern vacation.
The lilacs..
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Morning on the Mountain
I wake up to the woodpecker
in his lumberjack underwear,
widening a circle.
It is cold and my room is a tombstone,
me..
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Snow Road
I will drive you, uphill or down,
according to how I approach you.
You are my road of the moment.
You are my private passion.
You are..
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this was hard to write and i know it is not my best work, but i wanted to say something.
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