S. R. Lavin Poems

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1.
The Breeze Provokes Me

The essence of who I am,
my sword in my hand,
all the words like molecules
piercing my heart –
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2.
Crossing Lake Champlain With You

The word “Hebrew” means “those who crossed over”….
the ones who sought to be separated from
those who did not cross over…the ones
who crossed over were seeking the meaning of life.
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3.
Two Doves

If it were possible
I would crawl backwards
through time
on my face
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4.
Eternal Being

Glimpsing through the laurel and lilies
I catch sight of four women playing tennis
in the heat of a summer day.
The scene recalls to mind
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5.
Where Did The Llamas Go? {or, Being There With You}

Home is a mountain
I do not live on.

My life burned to the ground
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6.
Sawed In Half

The truck I’m in rumbles across the grand, rolling green hills
of Argylshire, New York.. Crossing a small bridge, below I see
mossy islands in the nape of the river. Everywhere are wild blossoms,
foxglove (I think) , in royal purple, which brings my wife back to me,
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7.
Park Bench 101

Park Bench 101 is a course designed to explain and to cause the student to comprehend that God exists and is an ever-present Being, commencing with the formula: 1 to the minus thirteenth power, that is, .0000000000001 (the chance that “Life” exists) .

For a one-celled life form to spring to life (and here life is defined as 'a self-sustaining organism able to reproduce itself') two hundred separate but absolutely in specific order chemical events must occur. (Also, this does not account for nor explain where the material itself originates from.)
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8.
In The Field Were Fireflies

In the field were fireflies, the meadow
sparkling in the darkness
like a Van Gogh painting (Starry Night)
where the desires of my heart
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9.
Visions Of My Mother & Beyond

The wind sweeping the land, of human history
and hope born of hope: this being as close as I can get
to Heaven, where stream and valley connect
and I feel that I belong here, that the meaning of life
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10.
The Geese Don'T Know What Day It Is

In Second Milo (New York) I remember
in complete detail my grandfather driving
the back roads of rural Massachusetts,
how we would stop in a glen and eat cherries
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