Steven Federle Poems

You breathe, and my lungs
rise and fall like winter trees
swaying, sure of spring,
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Storms pass, winds subside
life abides.

See how the cottonwoods trees
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Just before nightfall
your new leaves
softly sway
in the cool delta breeze,
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Fog's gone, the sky rises
to steaming heights
sheds hot silver to gleaming bay
thin lines of fire spreading
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Living trees, grass rising
from dark cool soil

Roses, like blood from a wound
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Wind-chimes
clamor in the night.
Breezes rush
through unseen leaves.
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In arching waters
the black bird dances
with graceless step,
head jerks, probing soft soil,
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Over bright fields
we fly.

Thin slips
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rising high
godlike I gazed
from where cranes fly
unconcerned, over
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