A Few of My Poems
"The Crows"
May the crows devour us all
For all of us should be reborn
I now see
That when we fell we grew into what could be towers
May the crows devour us all
Into living death and death and life into the light
"Drifting in the Living Death of Air"
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If evergreens were falling like the rain
And sunset leaves dropped at our feet
The sun would gleam that misty keep
The iron trees in melted brown
In states original without their frowns
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The morning dew it glazed your hair
In the mourning of the misty eyes from your sleep
"April 19th, 2020"
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The great chimneys which usually billow
Let the smoke stand still
The air, aways ripe with the flight of man and his machines
Is free
The cars drive still but fewer
And the lakes sit clear and also still
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Cold air is fading
But it still bites
The warmth grows back slowly
And the naked trees await their embrace
"I'm Sorry"
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The smoke curls into the air
I want to go home
To briefly heat the cold and frost it flows
In tiny spaces
In tiny joys next to looming fire
I'm terrified
The ice had hidden me
But it's been melted