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Hank Roberts Jan 2017
I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm the bubbles
of the rift, quickly formed
and quickly done.
Air inside happens only so long,
I can escape to the
chromium metal,
ask the snakes,
see if they are having
a time while pollution
is apartheid.
Apartheid is man made.
The earth isn't prejudice,
the earth don't judge,
while erasing all of this
from history.
Hank Roberts Dec 2016
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said
hello. The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
Hank Roberts Nov 2016
see yourself before someone else.
know some verses before you
dry your eyes. Before the
wind blows, allow all to be,
all to be as they want to see.
Hank Roberts Nov 2016
at least we talked then,
the last time the leaves
fell, I thought we'd too.

while we intertwined
in flight, for a minute
we vanished in sight

and then you did,
before I hit the ground
with a splat but I lived,

to see my brothers
and sisters fall, while
I tried to remember

which way the wind
blew before I fall
again in the prime

of fall. It'll be the
new year, I don't think
I'll live up to my

words of forgiving
and not loving you.
Hank Roberts Oct 2016
I can't get behind either
of these two crooks,
but it seems people are,
while the water's too
warm and the
great barrier reef
dies bleach in hope
someone notices
that no one cares
the bees and the
polar bears are through,
even though we still
have room for a pipeline
that only less than one
percent want anyway.
Hank Roberts Sep 2016
These words are all I have
to groove a rhythm to
even if rhythm is passed date
I'll throw a stab before my doom.

All at once, nothing at all
nothing at once or not once at all
trying to go out to get in
we met when you entered
to leave an emerging exit.
Hank Roberts Aug 2016
light foot, heavy chest
midnight stroll on that
dark alley path where
the moon flicked stronger
at our touch.

nothing like this can ever be
no matter the reality
it seems, even when only  
trees whisper to me. Flocks
give me their tweets

even when the distance
eats me alive like a comet
entering the atmosphere,
I'll still be too small being
bigger than earth itself.
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