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Child of the Stars
since 2000-09-07
Posts 1658Ann Arbor, MI 
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I am trying to forget you Radio hums High of 108 in Aruba. I’m thinking How sweet and my tongue melts As my beard drips and my breaths choke And a heavy hand wipes sweat from my eyes. My coat sticks fast To my t-shirt and my salted slimy lips Are fat and red. I remember October, Flapping scarves, you with your thin fingers Clutching your hat to your head, Laughing as I grabbed your coat And kept it from escaping. Our fingers made lace and were more than enough to cover ourselves from the wind. We can’t ever walk fast enough to get warm, can we? You asked me that autumn, Your black coat clasped around your chest. How can I smile, now, hearing your ghost And reeling under this heat? Ten years. In just ten years My beard has blushed white My cheeks reach toward my shoulders My eyes are tight And my eyebrows are grey, thick rags. I’m a sand farmer now, Pushing bags across beaches, While hundreds of bundled bees With bags bulging And heads down Scurry past, Crossing the sweat-covered sidewalks, Breaths hot from their mouths. You must be at home Back in October, Back under the waning sun— I remember—but do you While you walk against the wind? |
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Robert Jordan Member
since 2007-02-07
Posts 392Philadelphia Pa USA |
Child of the Stars, This is rather well done. The line: "My cheeks reach toward my shoulders" made me laugh, which is a good thing. Bobby |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Beautiful and poignant! Love, Margherita |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Welcome to Passions. You are so very talented. Enjoyed your poem many times. TD |
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