Stephen De Marino Poems

After dividing ourselves
And having dressed
In near angelic whiteness
Do we stroll upon the field
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Coffee shop in Oregon
Door hidden in the wall
Smoke lingers 'round the table
Easy joking regulars
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Oh man, I know this is bad
But the feeling of the grease
Running down your chin
The ketchup, the cooking oil
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Nail, dowel, screw
Glue, paper, tool
With these do I prepare
Arms flowing along grain
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Gravity's firm hold
Especially wearisome today
Sleep, the deepest sleep
Becomes a siren call
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gray pall
broken glass falling
myriad reflections
showing horrors
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Looking at my wife
Is like staring at the sea
In all its turbulent complexity
Her passion and energy
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She is glass
All fragility and transperency
She is steel
Flexible with her strength
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We are reading
Enjoying the quietness
Peace seeped into wood and timbers
Cats curled up in amber rounds
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I am thinking of Mom today
It is Mother's day after all
Seems criminal she is not here to share it
There will be no call during the Big Game
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