William L Roberts Poems

A new mountain range lines the horizon,
Black against the rising sun's golden sky.
My dog pays it no mind
And though I know it for illusion,
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With the first faint glow of dawn
A bird sings in the tree across the lawn.
I'm awake, restless but unwilling to move.
There's an endless hour yet before the alarm,
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Aimless as windblown paper
Chanced against the parking lot's chainlink fence,
She idles down the aisles in the Wal-Mart,
And pauses a time amid the cosmetics.
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The arrow's green and I turn left.
Straight, there's a strip mall,
A dealership, a gas station,
Then the road climbs a hill.
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A girl sings an old song,
It echos a moment, then it's gone.

'Your life on earth, ' Death goes,
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There's the sun, low, an horizon on fire.
Turn.
There's the moon, no higher,
Sweet with promise, golden and serene.
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With the crack of distant breaking trees,
Unheard and unseen,
Darkness and silence settles upon the house.
The furnace dies with a groan,
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The trees outside the house
Have become lightly tinged with red.
It's doubly false:
Fall's both long since fled
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A cat sleeps curled in my mind.
Her fur, rich and gray as smoke,
Crackles with every stroke -
Staticy in my dry mental air.
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By the town pond we walked,
One fine Saturday in May,
Hand in hand, matching steps,
Walking as one along the sunlit bank.
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