Dan Ramirez Poems

It was such a little thing
As I held it. Between
My fingers. It felt like
Well…what it was
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I face the wind;
Currents of time that score my brow
With textured text;
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Like the air that orchestrates chimes
Or rides on the waves of a cymbal
Beneath its surface; there is rhythm
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I lay the glass down
And rest my eyes upon its ring
Of condensation
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You approach me
Trading light
For light
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The anvil’s smith
Dreams of clouds
As he hammers steel
Into iron bars.
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As I crease each page with the pressure of my point,
Cutting into the flow of each character,
I strive to lay lines to the surface of meaning.
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There’s a smell
To
Clean…
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A current of lines with wheels honed
A city’s gondola on cobblestone
A melody sung in the wake of rain
A song in motion with no refrain
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