Thomas Hooker Poems

Drunk at the university

Trekking towards another life,
our life's stories get passed on,
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They're showing in rows,
the trees hung in flowered fleece,
majestic in their offering,
blanketed snowy blossoms
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Wrought with persistence,
tender and vulnerable,
alone with doubt
tumbling forward,
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Beneath a cool marsh,
lives a pool of umber reeds
while the wind is blowing marigolds,
down the hill, just past the creek.
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Faded pages left behind,
dusty jackets and pearls
beyond the deeper days of age
a blood red crimson moon.
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My silent executioner
leaving again so soon,

carving light out of darkness
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Discovering the night,
a perfection of dreams
as the memories fade
the ticking of a pendulum
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White falls
topping pearls of
wet
frozen alabaster
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These bones
closer to ground,
closer now,
with good hard parts,
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They met in the wind,
together discreetly lifting
off the ground, taking flight,
blowing in circles, together they rise,
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