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A Poem by Vol
From the yellow dust a rabbit
bursts out across
two ruts…
a soft impression
of motion lingers
in the empty air.
The near di..
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A Poem by Vol
Old
music like a pillow over my head
in
the middle of the night flies down
a
sultry road heavy with the smell of
hot
pine. We float to ..
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A Poem by Vol
The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her caneHer faltering footsteps need guiding.While down the church aisle, with wan toothless smile,The groom..
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A Poem by Vol
I was a
cowboy at seven
when
I walked across the hardwood floor
to
ask my dad a question I can’t remember
but
his answer was as importa..
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A Poem by Vol
Mama’s
hands
must
have
been magic,
some
gift from God,
so
everything she touched
grew
straight and strong.
Six
big men,
tw..
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A Poem by Vol
The bar
was too old for me
there
were men with prison tattoos
whose
scarred knuckles gripped
pool
cues. They were grizzled.
The
one behi..
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A Poem by Vol
The
future is an unforgiving dream
of
the way things used to be.
I’ve
learned how the wind blows
and
the moon rolls over the sky
fr..
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A Poem by Vol
There
was a time when my body
was
a knife. I sliced through
the
wind, the water and my lover
smooth
as butter. My genes
are
good, the Dr. ..
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A Poem by Vol
GRAY
The
standard issue
of
winter days arrived this morning,
the
sky is light gray without features and
lies
supine behind the ta..
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A Poem by Vol
The
unfortunate thing about the sixties
was
what happened to my short-term memory.
I
guess I must have left him in the back room
of
a coffeehou..
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