Jim French Poems

From clouds
to soil
to rivers
through hills
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I love
The smell of fresh bread
wafting through the ice air
from the bakery
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There a place at the back,
My little oasis,
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Thank you
for your comments
that fly through the wires
across the world
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There's the sun
just behind that cloud
I haven't seen it today
but, I know its there.
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Rooted in soil
I reach to pull the clouds
After many years I may reach
In luck I may be nearer
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I spent a lifetime one night,
Talking to you,
Never met,
But you know me,
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If I could smell
I would drink your scent in
like a man who had crossed a desert
Quenching on oasis water
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When the me of 6 years
heard grown up speak of
concentration camps
the 6 year old I
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There's a hole in me
It grew over 12 years of not seeing you
It deepened and darkened until there was no way out
After years I thought of moving towards the light
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