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A Poem by Vol
The only
things moving today
are
the wind and leaves.
A
spot of sunshine just
splashed
through an early
buildup
of cumulus
and
onto th..
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A Poem by Vol
My husband, I’ve studied the
Moderns
for
ages now, the last intellectual generation
the
West will produce, I’m afraid. In this ou..
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A Poem by Vol
There
is a problem with living vertically
in overcrowded, noise-infested flats;
places
sealed in concrete and steel.
The
horizo..
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A Poem by Vol
I was an atheist, once,
but I was really bad at it.
It is an easy path to follow,
it just didn’t go anywhere,
and if I ain’t m..
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A Poem by Vol
There aren't many things
as
rare as beauty shared
from
soft chairs with two
crystal glasses of goodbourbon.
The
sensual swirl of ..
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A Poem by Vol
Can
you make the world disappear
in
slow motionleaving
only the sound
of
the slowly rolling ocean
breathing
in my ear?
Sylvia
can.
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A Poem by Vol
Yesterday’s
rain left puddles by the walk,
today’s
began with explosive splashes
and
ended as a mist in the trees.
The
tall..
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A Poem by Vol
The
first slap of love
is
a heartbreaker,
but
then,
so
is the last.
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A Poem by Vol
I’m
an old man now,
so
everything is a memory
tinged
with all
the
frustration
of
fiery desire that lingers on
in
my orange ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
water on the lake
is
smooth today
and
the sky is calm.
An
ashen haze
quiets
the verge
where
purple and blue
meet
in the dist..
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