Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I met a missionary the other day.
He floated into the reception,
with an invisible entourage
of holiness and altruistic pride.
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He rode his Palomino mare
as if the cold of morning had
immobilised his blood-stained body
into a town of empty houses
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It would have been,
then, or even now
a real privilege
to know the Belsen boy.
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He intimated that he had
penultimate authority,
though never did he say so.
And what they call in television
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The fog rolls in,
and just in time.
The silence of
the straightest trees
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She stepped into the sun
and blinked, because of tears
that had, politely, waited,
as not to draw attention
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How times have changed!
I used to open letters from my girl
so carefully-
and touch the pre-licked glue
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Come dance with me
At the Star-kissed shores
Salt water wavelets
Lap at our sores.
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' Just the facts', the gruff detective yelled,
they'd stopped the Greyhound two miles out of town,
two hundred big ones in a paper bag, contents withheld
from preying eyes, but I had surely been the clown
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Please can I be your Valentine
I'm just a little nut.
I'll spoil you with Italian wine
I'll sing outside your hut.
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