Bernard Henrie Poems

Our seventh date spills out, glorious!
We will dine with all New York
dashed against the sky,
eat big amidst the ambience
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Scented with African Bird Peppers
and leaning in to a third afternoon, first month
of a recluse year, my neighbor looks on wistful
as an overweight high school girl.
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Only I know how my heart feels,
to lose from the beginning
and gain slowly, to give away
with both hands.
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Fallen dirty drunk onto a Greyhound bus,
a traveler stares into the conch shell
of a winter night and is is taken into
the hands of the deaf moon.
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The white ash of day burns down,
dusk seeps across the Arabian Sea,
Mumbai shuts down before my eyes.
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Scholarly bees who attend college and graduate with high marks
go to dewy clover fields wet enough to prevent a scalded mouth,
dull bees are sent to Cleveland, to my house, and others nearby
where the gardens are limp green, plants like washed dollar bills
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I have quiet, nonchalant foibles
my Chinese wife doesn't like.

I walk around with
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They walk out of magazines
and radio speakers, children
from Darfur's solemn bush,
little herons of the desert,
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Rain streaks the casino windows
clean as a yellow tiger.

The croupier totals up
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When she speaks Spanish
her lips are scented with jacaranda.
In the bath I see her convex belly
from childbirth and childbirth again.
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