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Michael Dellorco Poem
Staring at me through his cage, wide round eyes,
Watching me as I remove my skates
Clutching a gleaming stick tightly in two new gloved hands
Their newness unyielding to his grip
Standing erect on shiny steel blades
Waiting for his father to dress
Velcroed warrior, encased in plastic and foam
As he stands there, silently, patiently, I wonder,
Does he realize, can he know
That he is about to join the fraternity
Of little boys of every age
Who play and love the Game
Copyright © Michael Dellorco | Year Posted 2009
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Michael Dellorco Poem
Feasting crows, everyone knows, that is how it will be.
When mankind is gone due to greed, fear, or stupidity.
It might be the Bomb, or a dream gone wrong,
But in the end, how it will go, is feasting crows.
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Michael Dellorco Poem
Dark black skid marks seared into the pavement point the way
To the crush of glass and plastic shards forming a sparkling glade
For the chaos of guard rail bowed and torn to convey
A momentary lapse in judgment and a bad decision made.
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Michael Dellorco Poem
If we’re in the car, and we go far,
I get to learn more about you.
Riding along, listening to songs,
You tell me.
What’s on your mind,
Who’s been unkind,
Why you don’t care,
What the future may bring.
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Michael Dellorco Poem
I found an old photograph of what might have been, you and me together
I wonder where you are now and think back to then
The fragrance of your hair, the radiance of your smile
Wondering all the while, what you see in me
Ultimately that is why, this was not to be
Copyright © Michael Dellorco | Year Posted 2009
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