Francie Lynch Poems

This is the last summer.
Two lads of thirteen sauntered past;
One in barefoot with a backpack;
One in khaki shorts, with shoes and black socks
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You can be a boulder,
Unmoveable, hard, stoic;
But every stone is permeable,
The rock becomes sand...
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Forever isn't really long,
We call it Love in a two minute song.
I witnessed it in my cat's jaws,
Or an osprey in an eagle's claws.
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The wind chimes are melting,
The ponds are sweltering,
The roads run like black tea;
The flags aren't waving,
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What's ours yesterday,
Is gone today;
What's here today,
Will be gone tomorrow.
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When she said, "Don't talk to me, "
She lost some of her voice.
Then I heard, "Don't look for me",
She gave no other choice.
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We first sexed in a tumbling, fumbling manner;
The time had come, it seemed to us,
To consummate our virgin lust.
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I never knew him to do wrong.
He left me here last Saturday week;
I never saw him again.
A terrible shock.
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The baboon savant
Will rear and taunt
From high on his hair-swept hill;
He snatches bananas from the unsuspecting,
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I believe love has an evil twin,
But I could be losing my mind.
There are petals on thistles,
And thorns on roses;
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