For S., 8 Poems (1-2)
By bosch
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1 STILL WANTING
Both with grown children,
We're suprised by this chance
At love. You're stunning,
High cheekbones, hazel eyes.
Naughty, a girl I want,
Calls every few hours, meeting
Atlanta, Jackson, Oxford.
You starting to call me Baby.
--summer 2012--
2. NEW MEXICO
We chose Taos, to winter.
First morning, sick, S went back
To bed. I wandered, cafes,
Bookstores, and a mineral shop
Where I spent an hour hunting
A gift to please her.
Examined thunder eggs, geodes,
Then a trilobite, back plates
Overlapping like samurai armor.
Half-smile, "I've always
Wanted a trilobite." She pats
The bed, eyes a cool fire.
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Oh Yes
There is un undeniable confidence - no - assurance to this poetry which I really admire. The concision is also to be noted. Very good indeed.
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Feels intimate and real.
Feels intimate and real.
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