David Walker Poet Rhyme

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David J Walker

This poem is complete in the single clap of a hand
But not within  applause
The roar of a crowd cannot compete 
With the focus of a poignant pause

This poem is the long last ray of light 
Perfected in summer at the 
End of its solstice awaiting the
Tonight to begin looking 
Toward a still distant Autumn 

This poem is a new love navigating
The awkwardness of a familiar stranger 
Ignoring the colorblind danger of the name
On the red flags waving over the heart

This poem is the smell of sulfur in 
the quick strike of a match
The hatch of faint light
looking for ways to stay alive in a 
greater burning 
although a roaring fire would be 
the yearning for a volume
rather than a poem

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