I need to go away sometimes

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I need to go away sometimes

not too far 

but just far enough

away

from you

and the others

the ones I love 

and the ones I don’t even like

sometimes you feel too close

so I need to go away

and where I am going

doesn't matter 

as long as it's not here

because here 

is a room

with a filing cabinet

where I put my papers

in drawers, my records,

the paid bills and receipts,

the certificates and policies,

proofs of purchase,

here my name is stamped

and sometimes what I don't want

is to see my name -

where I need to go

is somewhere

unmapped

where I can fold 

into the contoured landscape 

as formless colour

from a desert sun 

where I can heat  

radiant sand 

or melt snow

and isn't that what love is 

another word for returning home

like chlorophyll

making flowers flower

making ant food, snake food

eyelids opening like petals

seeing again

for the first time

longing no more 

for a place 

of your own

knowing 

you belong.

Light

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A few measly times

then shoved in a dark drawer

never again to see the light of day 

most poems

will hardly be read 

but we write them anyway:

It's a heartening thought

that we do what we do

not for acknowledgement

or even by choice

but because we are driven 

by some inner impulse

that sings through our bodies 

with the same heart-pumping force 

as has always existed 

from the very beginning of time

the force 

that set it all in motion

and dispersed throughout the universe

in the energy of stars  

the force we express

in uttered syllables

"Let there be light"

which was the first poem

and is the meaning

of every poem

ever written

since.

A well-made bed

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Dirt in my hands

Cash in my pocket

Seeds in the sand

A plug in the socket.

Water in its banks

The runner in his race

The ship that once sank

Is still in its place.

The grief-stricken moon

That will never leave

The unforgotten tune 

The trick up my sleeve.

There's a place for me

Another for you

A place for somebody

A place for the Jew.

A question has a choice 

A thought has a head

The sound of my voice

Like a well-made bed.

A night ends and starts 

A day starts and ends

The whole has its parts

And we say Amen.

An idea that takes getting used to

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An idea that takes getting used to:

Your firstborn daughter 

gets married.

She flashes the gold ring

and suddenly the tiny hand

you clutched so tightly at the park

as she slid down the slide

or swung on the swing

no longer looks familiar.

You stood by 

as she went from hardly making decisions 

to making most decisions,

some good, some bad,

some with more head than heart

and vice versa

and you always felt part 

of that back and forth

like a clock's pendulum

as her days ticked forward

there were decisions 

you scrutinized 

looking for signs of character

or lack of it, 

decisions you judged 

in your head, tongue held,

and others you couldn't hold back on

but not this one,

the only one that truly matters, 

with a gravity

that will make it stick

hopefully 

the choice of a lifelong partner. 

Now you're on the sidelines

a bystander

and it occurs to you 

for the first time 

she's always been her own person,

she never belonged to you,

all you ever really had

were memories, expectations 

and hopes;

One line follows the next

with an end rhyme

or without one,

there's a rhythm to it

a sense 

you're trying to catch

and you feel alone 

you don't get it 

like one

who learned in school

how to hate poetry.

A Change of Tires

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Winter's coming and it's getting cold,

The rain's become sleet and I'm growing old,

Turn the temperature up, another log on the fire,

The season is here for a change of tires.

Fetch the snow shovel love, store the lawn mower,

Streets are getting slick, the driving's getting slower,

Watch every step, so your situation's not dire, 

The season is here for a change of tires.

Enjoy second helpings to pack on the pounds,

Celebrate with family and toast a few rounds,

Count all your blessings, it helps to inspire,

The season is here for a change of tires.

Put away those tees and take out your sweater,

I'll hug you a bit closer to survive this weather,   

Forgive me the times I proved to be a liar,

The season is here for a change of tires.

I've loved you so long, stopped counting the days,

We've been here for each other, in so many ways, 

Some things stay the same, like our yearning desire,

And the car we take to get there, on a change of tires. 

Little hitler

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Nature doesn't duplicate 

copy

repeat

recreate

it speaks in variation

difference

dissimilarity

modification

looking at the tree

the leaves

seem exactly the same

the squirrels playing

on the branch of the tree

seem exactly the same

every impulse

to see them 

as exactly the same

is your little hitler

peeking out 

from the shadow.