Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

dark clouds funneling
frog leaps to the new street pond
mimosa bows low
lightning crystallizes
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Just like that old saying,
'I don't care what you call me,
Just don't call me late for supper.'
Sometimes you don't call me by my name.
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Snow erases
all scents from the icy air
but for pine and smoke
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The bodies sweat. A sweet odor
Exudes in the struggle.
The bodies kiss hard,
Sometimes with a smack.
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Where have you gone, my brother?
And how do I reach you, Christopher?
I call your name to the wind,
I hear it echo over highway miles,
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Snails slide down the sidewalk
On a slime carpet after a rain.
As it dries sometimes
They walk out of their shells -
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Balanced on his stool,
Guitar cradled lankly
Between arms and knee,
He strokes the strings with eyes closed
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In my dream I am escaping
Under the low cloud cover
That makes a ragged canopy
Above train tracks
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A hard downpour
muffles the day in cold gray.
Rising above it
tea kettle whistling lifts me
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