Holly Gardner Poems

My mother is talking and talking to the repairmen.
She concocts elaborate pieces of business and little speeches about trash bags -
You do it just so, and such and such. All day she does this.
I've changed trash bags a few times I tell her.
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Those lice things are falling from the sky.
Creeping through clothes, books, curtains
And under doors.
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I know you only want
snail milk and horsefly juice.
It's reasonable and true.
Oh perfection and safety.
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I'm very sorry
Fearing a cascade failure sometimes
That may be illegal sweetie.
You know it?
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Echo and the alligator
They wait patiently
And not patiently
At the feet of Jesus.
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We were irish twins
Small, giggley and golden
The same age part of each year
And that was all.
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Green and brown
Salty transcendental tide
Come wash over the land
Bring life up from the bottom
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Looking back is hard.
They shot him right behind me.
Marched him in between them
He smiled at me as if worried I'd be upset.
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To be a squid or starfish
On the ocean floor
Swaying with only
The soft and quiet water for company.
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News and entertainment are difficult things
The squirrels said to Bree.
Run up this branch with me.
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