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Hank Roberts May 2016
Natural remedy

Maybe the sun will rise,
To dry, all I've made rain.
Maybe the wind will fly,
To sail us together again.

Maybe the leaves will mature,
To ensure, we look close,
At one another
And our nature's mother.

Maybe the rocks will hold,
Be bold, when we want to fold.
Maybe the tide will rise,
To try, wash the mind inside.
Hank Roberts May 2016
I hope our electric
Wasn't too much and
Didn't short circuit
The board.
The warmth from your cold feet
Might be the last and only
Anomaly that can
Conduct any sort of spark
As to why the light switch
Is on but the lights are off.
Hank Roberts Apr 2016
The distance is far too great, I fear.
It's eating me alive like a comet
entering our atmosphere .
I'm gonna be too small by the time I hit
even if I'm bigger than
earth itself.
Hank Roberts Mar 2016
the wind pulled as my
companion tonight. it ain't
blistering cold, either way,
I never fold,
no matter how old
I grow. I'm to be bold,
obstruct and hold.
All that's told, all is sold.
I even thought the moon
was full. Then I cried wool
that only a fool could
burn with coal.
Hank Roberts Mar 2016
around now
the soft monitor glow,
the vacant chair
ruins my flow,
hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons won't
give me in.

Our chaotic time,
we still danced our
song in rhyme,
they tried to charge
us with crime,
it's just their hearts
are lime,
while we let go,
ride the wind
Hank Roberts Feb 2016
Hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons
Hank Roberts Dec 2015
we need another
retaliation in the
Luther King way
Fire for fire leads
to nowhere quick
Jesus wouldn't be
anything if his
fists went flying
after the lashings
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