bob barci

I,
I came through that door,
And how,
How was to know
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Leaning towards
a favorite dream,
I am reaching out, for
a brighter light, a better way.
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You were still sound asleep
when I awoke this morning.
I made my way to the dining room table
and over a pot of chocolate mint coffee,
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The child, she plays
with her doll.
The man, he carefully
watches her every move.
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With all this free time I’ve got
why can’t I think of a poem?
As usual, I keep coming up blank.
Why is that?
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I was informed by you
that you’d be home at normal time,
and that she’d be taking you.
I wasn’t worried about your one day hospital stay.
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He sits, quietly,
in the brightly lit room.
The room is small
but seems large
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Saturday morning shows
just aren’t what they used to be.
I can remember a time,
not all that long ago,
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It is always a pleasure
to find myself out here on the porch.
Sitting out here
when I’m usually fast asleep
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Today of all days
I get up before the birds,
as if I have someplace to be.
For some reason
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I, as porch sitter
find any excuse I can
to be out on the porch.,
sitting, waiting, watching.
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“Hello? I need a cab
to get me to the train station.
My address? Why, it’s --.
The next train leaves at 10: 56.
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I am sitting on the porch here
cause the weather’s so delightful.
The breeze lends a chill,
but it’s ever just so perfect.
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She sits at the kitchen table
cutting coupons for friends and relatives.
One for Maxwell House
makes her stand up and think -
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He called for help.
No one came.
On the ground he lay
yelling in pain.
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Hi!
I'm back again,
waiting for yet another train
to bring me closer to you.
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The guest - he sleeps soundly.
The host - he sleeps soundly
as the poet-friend quietly moves about.
The macaw - he speaks from the bathroom door.
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The cool evening breeze
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Hazelnut coffee and I
sit together on the front porch.
We mellow out
with the late afternoon breeze.
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When silence has my tongue
I look for ways to speak.
When love has forgotten my heart
I look for things to hold.
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