Ayn Timmerman Poems

Lift up the cover and look
at the things scattering,
hidden, secret things;
the way insects
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I shake a fist in defiance
of anything stood for

anything false,
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Grey skies, grey water
in canals.
Bare branches turning
the barest of green
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To the reader of this poem-
a face in the mass,
with stony gaze, or hollow eyes,
or blessed with a far-away look;
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With a flick of a switch
I discovered the entire
world had jumped without me.
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Japanese beetle lace
hangs as delecately
as moth-eaten curtains
shrouding the field
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Broken soul glass
works the shards in deep
a guarded heart forgets
how to beat in the
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They're putting up a Wal-mart at the edge of town,
adding to the sprawl and softening
the town limits with a slab of asphalt-
this is no one person's fault, this is progress,
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With trains, it's never
just a one time gig. True,
we press-on memories and display forward-thinking
movements, but really, this just
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