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For The
Teenage Boy Buying Roses For His Girlfriend On Christmas Eve With His Father
Your father kept asking:
In line behind you I waited,
You knew he was trying to help
But he, who looked like he'd be more comfortable under a car, knew his likes when it came to roses. I was glad of that. And his love for you. And you gathered in that package and smiled again so innocently it didn't
seem possible that tonight those roses might
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Greenwood
School, October, 1962
From the school yard tarmac
Leaning against caged windows, we wonder could it really be, this day the last day. Later, inside, for the hundreth time,
File, keep to the wall,
Too noisy for what? To hear bombs whistle,
Back in the classroom
Next week another drill;
But that October morning
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Knowing
My Students Will Attend The Reading
For weeks I searched
Maybe while I watched Vietnam over supper
I just don't know. I hope it is only sitting too long
Maybe it is in Tibet and will come back wise.
Probably it is in some old jacket,
If that's true we'll meet,
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Listen
Speak in whispers, then,
If others meet
But you,
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After Hearing
A Woman Say She Wouldn't By A Painting That Clashed With Her Rugs
The paintings I've bought clash
For their part, the paintings begin by stroking their goatees and smiling
Get off me, murmurs the wallpaper, you do nothing
The paintings remain silent, amused. Hey listen, the couch intones,
It is then the smallest doubt
Oh big deal, from the rug. Get downhere where I am- they'd wear you out in a day. We, say the paintings, have no day. Timeless and eternal are we.
I see it in the morning. There is a heaviness in their frames not there before. My
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