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David Morrison Poem
(now)
i did not know that two could be one,
how was i to know when
this One was
Two?
but in this threesome
(my two and our one)
Einstein - itseems - has been sorely
deceived;
for though we are but nothing
yet eternities are many
are they not?)
My world (now) is your world,
and
i could not wish me to unshare it.
(Now;
i’m falling like an autumn leaf,
feeling like i might;
floating
like
an
aeroplane&
flying like a
Kite.
Copyright © David Morrison | Year Posted 2006
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David Morrison Poem
a sea
of
tarnished beams
and shattered shards of
steel and
twisted
bolts
No refuge in a
concrete haven.
The
Wreckage
stands suspended--
lifeless and immobile,
indistinct and through
a pass
starkly.
(of Broken Bridges these
trout are Wary.
suddenly,
sagely,
taller than Tomorrow and
More yellow than Today;
a spindly arm
h
o
i
s
t
s
These skeletal remains ( still dripping
and quietly,
ohso tenderly,
performs the healing
Copyright © David Morrison | Year Posted 2006
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