SON
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making love to make our son I kiss her eyes as if God were inside her
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my wife gave birth to my son on the floor of the house I built
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he keeps me up all night ***** on my sleeve feverish cries for his mama until dawn lifts the heads of sunflowers
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forget poetry going out jazzed our winter born boy needs his diaper changed her ancient *** me house cleaning singing lullabies like a dove
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wild iris sway as he wades downstream singing
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one God many stories holding you our son walking the blue earth breathing away the pain with friends
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amazing the ups and downs my son chasing ducks Sunday eating together my friend’s cancer battle my wife’s selfless moan
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playing with candlelight my son burnt his finger I warned him
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shower eat help my son memorize the constellations pay bills watch my wife sleep
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worried about rats eating wallboard in the dead of night I get up cover my son
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my son refuses to wear a raincoat in the summer rain
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in his 2nd grade family drawing: my son gladday ready his mom hugging him me head in the clouds our cat smiling
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when rains make bitter grass green with laughter my son springs from the winter of his room with his shedding dog and new baseball yelling to his buddies “Wait up!”
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late afternoon October sycamore shadows blowing elm my son his dog me
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after days of acid rain the lost sun comes promising heaven sent birds and boys' voices
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dragged my son up the mountain to watch the meteor shower sons and fathers everywhere I hope
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my best friend’s grave she loved singing my son asleep now she’s waving grass wildflowers
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in a vacant lot my freckled face boy floats at the happy end of his 99¢ kite


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the science of mystical seeds restores your left brain faith in everyday miracles like noisy boys climbing the music of old trees
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if we could come back her a book of flowers our son blades of grass me the invisible wind
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6 to 6 deep plowing then wall-to-wall screaming kids a leaky roof the old tractor my darling one naked notebooks full of dreams
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sling shot boys kick red and gold leaves swirling down the street of locked doors at the tired end of Indian summer
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my sons reaches for falling snow trampling veined leaves with footloose laughter fearless of winter's night the certain bones
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true I care more than my son when he plays baseball
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the orange tree my son planted today will fruit after we’re long gone
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the bus driver brags about her son’s first home run wishes she could have been there
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putting flowers on mother’s grave my son holds my hand
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when night rises I yearn when my son comes home I relax when you sing I surrender
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WTC on t.v. my son’s face a cloud of tears
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his father beat him black and blue her husband her their sons their sons
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the eyes told me that I’d play catch with his sons long after he thought breathed
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I argued with my son explained the rules he still did what he wanted
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my boy swaggers down Main St. sure he'll live forever
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in the back seat good boys brag about good girls what they wanna do with them
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sleepless until my son comes home late then finally I turn over
and rest
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the light in my son’s words the silent stones of his tears
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quiet room unmade bed boys playing in the rain stupid poems awful silence

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all the dawns evening storms lovely ******* good talk tickled son blow plumeria drift
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when the stone of night rises I a thief of songs yearn for the music of a woman's light
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I don't get it gone son lost lover sick friends joyless graying unkissed ******* blood
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half her half me our son didn't know where to go when she moved out
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when I'm memory my son might think of me when he's gone I'm only a poem or two
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bombs hunger lacklove prodigal son abandoned fields come down God get back to work

lovers

dreamt you said forever yours your lips opened and I was here now

perfectly still she listens to falling cherry blossom music the mournful sky and I envious a witness to evening in her hair

midnight thighs talk wine song dance dawn on railroad earth laughter lovely tears lovely

the stained glass of her mouth my soul gladdened by the rosary of her body

awake pray to the Almighty or roll over and kiss her

roadside she squats ****** I love listening to her the stars

a headring of dead posies on the pillow after all night dancing at first light she picks tea roses

behind kind walls we make love sleep then dream of each other

I wake still inside you rose petals fallen around the porcelain vase by our bed

night hiking with friends thinking about her ***** I forget about the full moon

she arranges roses she speaks with pain about her art God me

sometimes I can't tell if I'm you like last night I you bathing my your feet

I think about it then cut one and another all my roses for her

she eats what I don't I finish her sentences people despise us for laughing her parents don't approve friends whine I neglect them

she inhales the yang in me undresses her soul so I belong to no one else

she pulled my pants down while I ironed said it turned her on

skin to skin and the blossom of your whisper closer come closer my darling we're on our way to where we've never been before

when you hurt my love turns soldier against all biblical stones I'd even marry death if hurled toward you

full of the world I retreat sighing dark between her thighs I know I'm fooling myself
night wraps us in darkness we dream drift long for our cage of light to rise

**** tears poems kids with you feverish with you broke what more do you want

******* and hurt I let the phone ring

for weeks my lover ******* about money kids the house getting free last night she ****** my brains out

sad wildflowers lovely braided in the graying hair of my once and only love

Pfeiffer's waterfall the rocky waves at sunset better when we held hands here

once I decided poetry is it she never came back

wake alone with night inside me your perfume still on the pillow how long 'til morning?

I wait all night outside your house the wind blowing through me

dancing in cities quiet in the redwoods I wander worry wish and unwish carry on with a lock of her hair

hope woke when the door creaked open but it was the cat come in  from a night of love making

up all night writing my better gone kids asleep knowing it's only paper song

I was okay until morning doves started cooing at each other

she's long gone even so thought I saw her today

no longer a ring on her hand a song in her sorrow I am gone

years of wind whistle about gravestones one by one carries away her favorite violets

             Stones from Heaven              ---pourles enfants de Haiti            "Whatcrime what sin had those young hearts conceived              That lie bleeding torn on a mother’sbreast...             The human race demands a word from God."--Voltaire, " Poem on the Lisbon                                  Earthquake"  (1775) the flesh of the city blends its blood with the dust ofearth's gravethe devil quake broke the bones of their beds with itsterrorist bombthey could see the day light of death in the beaten air feel it in their prayerful souls as the some time glad daysun fell into forever's darkness and all the all reeked with theashes of fearwhere is the loving God of married hallelujahs? all the poor man's houses falling falling "amid thedeepening gloom"into a tomb for sons of promise and green daughterstheir pleasure and pain drowned in a ghost of tears lost like raindrops on the grey face of the bottomless oceanvanished like the passing shadows of stories in theimagination of  cloudswhy oh darkened God of stones God of the Word God of Heaven? in the once bright light of a schoolyard's promise silencenow bleedswhere young eyes yesterday shouted from their books a beliefin tomorrows now the living dead carry their bodies with loving worms on the gallows of their bent backs wander the veins of thebeaten streets chanting horror's verbs black angels mourning the flesh of222,217 in mass graveswhere is the open hands of God the prodigal Father? they lie down forever in the weather of their sorrow withthe innocent deadweep for the seed of their breathless children in the bloodlit city of gospel sorrow no glad to be home families no wined friends with hope'sholiday songs no loving child's prayers or whispered shut eye no sweetgood nights no these good soldiers of Jesus' hosannas are the inspiredblind no moreto the womb of endless night no to the forsaken God of theirbrambled *****