Ross Lakes Poems

He makes her coffee, the way she likes,
While the other sleeps,
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On an Indiana summer’s eve,
Wind and water can twist itself into a monster one night,
And the next run its fingers like a lover through your hair.
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She’s mine!
And with the simple twist of a simple, metal tab
She flies!
And even the flight of jets is not the same.
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The farms and factories are filled with
Unwritten books, the
Bars with unrecorded stars.
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My front porch muse makes
Deep pools from puddles.

Living at the tip of the
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He accumulates, in increments,
Tiny bits of wasted time: he
Remembers he forgot the keys,
Reviews the menu seven times,
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At seven, they said I had to blend
Half water with half cream.
But Vo5’s “No-Mix-Formula”
Was only 29 cents more.
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Some Pit-dweller kid, I wonder,
Did he congregate with other kids
Around the most popular pit in town,
Saying cool pit-things in
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Her skin was darker than his,
Tanned by a different sun; younger,
Softer. She drew
More meaning from his than
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