Loss Immigration Poems

In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at...

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I stand in the aftermath 
between the oscillations of time 
wondering idle thoughts of you

I feel my mind haunted by 
the passing moments of you
like...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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My wife came here in 1993
  To America, ‘Land of the Free’
From a place of dictatorial tyranny
  of greased palms and ‘yours for...

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White Washed Walls

Why, oh white washed walls, would you remind me?
my pain so naked, my loss so sure 
white washed walls, why do you look...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.

Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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