Kyle Schlicher

those who write poetry
do so,

even though there are
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as i think of you
and the time
we no longer
keep
...

i watch the ants move
in single disciplined file
each with a reason
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What was once a rainbow
is now no more.

The light
...

i paint your face
with velvet brushes
to soften the image
i try to recall
...

tree flowers blossom
early in spring, a promise
is made in april.
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i have suffered
for my vanity.
i have
cried
...

Dripping, it falls drop
by drop, downward, slow, until
nature's tears are dried.
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makes not a sound upon
leaves of the trees
...

before
i could breathe i was
underwater
safe
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dove coos a love song
in the distance an answer
drifting on the wind
...

static
buzzing in my head

a humming
...

we used to sit
and listen
to the faraway
concussions
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i watch in wonder
as the two alike snowflakes
fall to the cold ground.
...

early spring blossoms
catching the warming breeze
i sit here watching
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Take my hand
Close your eyes and breathe easy
As we walk through the minefields
Rising all around us
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There is a shortage of white bread in America.
Too many other choices have led to this shortage.
We have wheat,
Wholewheat,
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i have come
to
regret
a simple
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It only takes pictures of yesterday
Today.
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it is dark.

very little starlight.
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