Now The Answers Will Come
The avenue beats a discordant symphony.
Street lamps circle dim around the moths.
Terriers strut tethered taut to widows’ wrists.
Teamsters haul their loads up to the docks.
Far off sirens race beneath an ash-filled sky.
Jane packs up her empty can and pleading signs,
Warms her suckling daughter at her breast
And wheels her stroller to the bridge.
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He wanders lost in the dim of the fading moon
Down steep stairs finds a door will not open,
‘I want out,’ he pleas despair to no avail,
Stomach knotted aches the turmoil he can’t tell
Save the one who has his heart if near will know,
Dispirited, wallows, laments, alas his presence is afar.
Ah free sparrow, how sweet your song.
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She left
‘ere she came,
mine teeming heart
chilled ere it warmed.
I kept aside her
tried I know,
I could not know.
I loved her
‘ere I felt her
And all that came
’twas all could come
of love
we lived
like this.
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