suxanne popp

Why does it bother me
That the juice of the plum
At the heart of the poem
Should not be maroon?
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The coreopsis and the catonia astor
Divide the hill.
Back off! You're blooming in my face.
Can't you see the thorns you wield
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After the asking is ended
Before reason takes charge
There is the torrent of rage
Pungent incense of offense.
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I closed the door.

But here you come
Bearing compliments
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Grip the words firmly in your glove
Feel the stitching with your hand
Now suck in the pitched air
Focus on the space
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A discrete brown wrapper
Encases my goat
No floozy curls or upturned horns
Sensible oxford brown straight coat.
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I've had the mare since she was foaled.
Now she is old.
She was born on the 29th of October
My son's birthday.
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In my field, I built a fire today
Dried alder leaves, molding fence posts,
Fagots.
A grain sack filled with orange twine.
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