Deborah Dalton Poems

You can tell by her
walk
You can hear it in her
talk
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Wistful waves
of
fronds
released
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I fight often
I strive for my choosing
I wear fabric cut against the grain
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When I let my friends
ready my poems
I feel naked
Stripped of emotional
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In my bones
the fire inside
is burning brighter and brighter
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Focus undone
to protect the story

Weary, but
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Chasms of suspended
awarenesses

Unconscious joy versus an ever-present pain
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Smith & Wesson's
original call for
self-defense
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I like to be quiet
Sometimes

I like to sit in still silence &
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Don't fear evil
Look at it confidently in its eye

Stare it down until
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