Jan Sand Poems

There is cold
In the country of the old.
Heat of life,
Heat of love,
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What joins wit to weight is matter
In filigreed ionic fields
That seine sensation from the scatter,
Covet it in horny shields
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I walk the woods and death is in my stride.
Each branch and leaf I brush aside is bruised.
For smaller forms of life I’m genocide.
To move through life is other life abused.
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I have a little teddy bear.
His name is Hairy Jack.
His eyes are round and bulgy
And slap shut with a clack
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There is in dreams a magic transformation
So that fear appears as watching doors,
A clutching claw a hair behind your frantic run,
Frozen feet that push through viscous air,
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Copernicus
Created fuss
In honing the complex
Into simplicities.
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Little Paul,
No one at all
In anybody’s book,
Had one skill
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One stares most carefully
At no one...
At the spaces between the faces
Where the gaze must graze
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My pinky wavers on the “a”
About to leap to “q” or “z”
Quite unsure about the way.
Now how in Hell do I make “c”?
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We have traveled long,
We have journeyed far
To meet you on this highway
Beneath an alien star.
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