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On the Bus
not when I found him already gone though his heart still beat, not on the sofa when I couldn't bear the bed not while discarding all the dead flowers, not until after two months of pain, not until the bus trip to the city, to find myself again, did I know he had awakened from the dream. Believing
If it will make it easier, Go ahead and believe. Believe that when you die, Being born and dying are Just a part of something else. Believe that if you've done bad things, You'll have a chance to make things better. Believe that when you've hurt someone, Later they'll understand. They've hurt someone too. After all, it doesn't do Any harm to believe. So go ahead, and it will make things better.
The Accident
Pieces of car, And body bags Marked the place Where the helicopter landed; Its lights sparkling In the dark night. Shunted onto a side road, We told each other stories To forget what we had not seen. The Blue Coat
So becoming; The lovely blue coat. But it's disappeared! Was it eaten by a cow? I've looked inside a cave- I'm feeling very grave now! I've just rhymed "cow" with "coat"! How now, brown goat!
The Whole Of It
God is what There's nothing but. The Square of Light
From my chair In the semi-darkened room I see, besides the fire In the stove, (and the music, which I hear, as well,) A light square on the floor. A bag! A plastic bag! It has fallen on the floor. I go to pick it up. But it is light. There is simply no excuse, Or reason, or explanation for the square of light On the floor. So, kneeling down, I rest my face In the square, and lo! Through a tiny window in the door, Shines the full moon, I stand and walk to the door, And look at the moon, the face The moon, into the moon, And from me falls all of the why Of my being there In a semi-darkened room.
Bubbles
Here in a life of fifty years Of not being alone Was you. You filled the void. I believed it all, every single word; And it was gone. You speak of bubbles. Do you really know What a broken bubble is?
ALL NATIONS
Stand Together With Flags Unfurled. Terrorists Will Unite The World! ________________________________ (continue to Poetry Index 1)
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