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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

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