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Best Poems Written by Sander Wolff

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Elephant Leg

There’s a part of you 
I cannot see or touch.  

In the dark, alone, I know 
every curve of your body.  
I could sculpt you from memory.  
Each detail vivid in 
my mind’s eye.  

The baby nail on your baby toe.  
This neck that takes to kissing.  
I know the moment when your 
hip becomes belly.  
Just there.  

But there’s a part of you I 
cannot see or touch.  Hidden, I want to 
know it all the more.  
Behind your eyes, inside 
your heart, that essential 
you, separate from this 
fragile tissue hanging, draped, over bone.  

I watch you move when 
you’re not looking.  
Standing, your toes curling.  
Twisting the end of your hair while thinking.  
Asleep, I know your breathing.  
You hold the morning cup like a chalice.  
Little lines around your eyes deepen sometimes.  

These things are pieces of a whole I ache to know.
This elephant leg obscured by sightless eyes can 
be anything.  Groping blindly toward
the totality of you, revealed in fits and starts.

This life of mine no longer turned inward.
Every day I have new discoveries to make.

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A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, 
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air 
awaken me to listen and recline.

This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.

I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I.  As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.

A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.

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Vanity

He sits on her bed, the one where he held her,
And thinks of the emptiness left in the sheets…
Subtle impressions that linger there still,
Cold now.

The pillow shows traces of sleepy caresses,
Errant hairs cling to flannel and cotton,
Forgotten that morning in haste for the door,
Closed now.

Books line the shelves on the desk and the dresser
Lined up like soldiers awaiting command.
Standing in front of them, many framed pictures,
Old now.

Photos of sister and brother and mother
Moments with lovers who left her to die.
Crying, he wonders why his face is absent,
Gone now.

Suddenly laughing, he stares in the mirror,
Seeing the vanity barely contained…
Framed for a moment within his reflection,
Clear now.

Standing, he straightens the sheets where he rested
Smoothing the soft cotton sheets with his fingers
Lingering one final moment, then leaving,
Gone now.

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Girl On a Swing

Dark eyes shine,
reflecting trees and skies
as they fly by.

Small hands hold on as,
with each kick of her bare legs,
she inches ever higher.

At the apex of her arc
she hangs for a moment,
weightless, 
suspended between 
Earth’s gravity and
release.

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I Knew

There was a moment when
I knew.  
I knew when you played me 
The Proclaimers.
When you woke in terror, 
pacing and pale,
I knew.
When I fell asleep, and felt 
your hand on mine, 
I knew.
It was when I saw your pain, and
saw your heart begin to heal.
I knew when you sent me an email saying,
“I missed  you at the party.”
I knew when you spoke softly,
revealing regrets, doubts, and
hopes. 
When I saw the look of shock on your face
as the kite string slipped from your fingers,
I knew.
When you smiled at your daughter,
I knew.
You shared a poem with me,
and I knew. 
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew. 
I knew that I loved you in all your aspects,
and knew that I’d cherish every moment
we share together. 
I knew that my love for you 
would be renewed in each moment,
and that I’d discover the depth and breadth of you
every day, anew.  
I knew.

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Free Market System

We borrow on the 
faith of our children 
because we’ve failed to 
fulfill our promise:  

Hope for the future, 
Trust in our parents, 
Stewardship of life.  

Credit where credit is due,
earned through saving
our earth, our air, our values. 

Cash me out.

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Ménage À Trois (Alone In a Hotel Room At 1 Am)

Thin walls reveal, too well,
the aspirations of my neighbors.

Quiet moans mingle
with the drone of TV,
a strange mélange of real
and imagined eroticism.

As their headboard
bangs a jumbled tattoo,
I join them, gasping
like a hooked carp at our shared
moment of completion.

I wonder if they
search for a tissue,
too.

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A Battle Rages

A battle rages
between beans and broccoli.
Sadly, no winner
emerges from this dark fog.
Perhaps I will blame the dog.

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Character Limit - Senryu

So many things in 
my heart that need expression.
Character limit.

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