| Open Poetry #38 |
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[like an ironic spring] |
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since 2006-04-29
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like an ironic spring he lies in the snow of a hospital bed beneath his skin the bones are shrunken April ice and primal wishes – older than prayers – swim in the growing pools of his eyes I kiss the windswept field of his forehead with an “I love you Dad” and wonder if he ever noticed that I always call him Bob except when I’m afraid PLEASE VISIT MY REGULARLY UPDATED WEB SITE http://www.anthonyarmstrong.zoomshare.com |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
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a tender personal moment allowing yourself to let down any wall of pretense |
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