Douglas Goetsch Poems

I'd walk close to buildings counting
bricks, run my finger in the grout
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply
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Spring came and we had to hide our boners
under our desks or against walls of lockers.

We'd see other boys walking with books slung low
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You nature poets think you've got it, hostaged
somewhere in Vermont or Oregon,
so it blooms and withers only for you,
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A little girl in her Halloween princess costume,
purple and white, thin satin or polyester,
a slit in the sleeve, a sweatshirt underneath
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A summer breeze lifts white gauze curtains,
carrying sounds of neighbors
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