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Writer's picturedreaming of lulu

a red Ripken astray


ocean calm and rain away

the poetry is inside me today

my heart beats thrice to pray

and the summertime takes me away

the breeze is here but she’ll leave by noon

only sunny days and afternoon haze on replay

happiness knocks at the door but she doesn’t always like to stay

she says she’ll find me another day

as the love of my winter fades

i’ll sit and sharpen my blades

preparing for the moment

where i’ll park along the bay

watching the girl with the crooked bangs

and a gap between her two front teeth

she’ll laugh and play in my mistakes

and this time i won’t make her wait

i’ll leave behind the thought of yesterday

i’ll grab her hand and show her my plate

she’ll ease the burden and she’ll say we will be okay

but until then we must live with the grey

so to our summer showers

and our hair in the wildflowers

becoming one we could say

maybe this may

or maybe next November


no love poems to old romancers

just a dance

with Lulu on grass and ants in the cracks


eating the sweet sticky sugar of my baby in black

taking me back

in time


to the summers of wine

and compromise.



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