Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Of all the many salient features
of childhood I remember teachers.
Right after birth you get attention,
they cater to you, not to mention
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A voice of substance,
to pierce gray cirrus clouds,
a disobedient angel
dismissed by God
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The salesman looked at me and grinned.
'You make me laugh, you really do.
The question is, can I sell wind
to unsuspecting buyers, you
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A crash destroyed my happy dream,
it must be glass that loudly shattered,
turns out a palm frond that I'd left,
just slightly yellow, and preparing
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I loved my parents that Spring day
and had no reservation.
Let me describe this if I may,
this time of admiration.
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A radish popped out of the ground
it had red cheeks, his face was round
the leafy hair he had was green
and little else could then be seen
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It was a day full of tristesse.
The birds knew it,
dogs, wolves and roaches
sensed it,
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Born in the snow-capped Cascade Ranges
a timid junior river sings its song.
A voice of loneliness, a sad and tearful longing,
cool waters burble through the valley, the Snoqualmie.
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It's only you that sees the fog
and finds himself so lost within
the murmur of familiar voices,
do let the kindness of the sun
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They say the years from one to five,
when tiny tots become alive,
li'l professors they are, really
as they take in and store so freely
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