Jeffrey Tillery Biography

My, how she grows
My, how becoming
While all around, the world is humming
The blades of progress, whirling, coming
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I'm confused

How can I simultaneously be asked to
Clean your houses
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(With appreciation to Elizabeth Bishop)


She went to see the fishmonger
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Dear God if you can hear me please look down and help that kid
No one should have the memory of the things he said he did

Could have been the whiskey talking but the eyes made words ring true
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The thoughtless kid with glass in hand
Shows tiny beasts in playground sand
He has the sun at his command
Bug feeling he can't understand
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