Wanda Swim Strunk Poems

August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
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Tangled in the loving slender arms
I would knot the ends
To make a swing
Under my willow tree
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I am
Holding your eyes
Hostage
But
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Casey hides behind an Elvis swagger
And a marlboro red
He's small and charming
He has a smile that is velvet
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you made My bones
Flesh and skin
you and him
A human suitcase
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He looks to get high
In the lowest of low places
His world swirls
To a mangled mess
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If you were metal
You would be copper.
Shiny and malleable
And made into useful things
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In the intimate hours of the morning
I feel you snuggle in to me
I bury my nose in your hair
Breathing in deep your scent
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Quietly you go
Soft angel feathers
Envelope your soul
Carrying you away from us
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Bitter as an unripe orange
Orange you glad you asked

Asked a question so divine
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