Bounteous, Bountiful

Bounteous, Bountiful

A Poem by Laura Lynn

BOUNTEOUS
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ether.  I wonder what is below this house.  With
E
xcess I struggle.  With competence and understanding
D
ivorce or whatever a person can struggle with, I do.
I
see my friend’s mother’s sofa and her hallway, their
V
igilant home, I can’t begin to describe the pattern, or
L
et out the excessive energy I have in my desire to be
E
xcessively accomplished.  Unfortunate and fortunate,
V
eronica sees the bright lights and does not scream. 



BOUNTIFUL
N
etherlands.  Every country has their little island. 
E
xchange of looks, exchange of money, every little
D
iscomfiture created by difference must be had, so
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nteresting can have its way with the world, and we
V
ie and voyage across the seas, each wave of change.
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et well enough alone, my friends and enemies, and
E
xcise internal taxes for the sake of this stress on place.
V
ertigo makes for unkind company when you’ve talent.

© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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