Tom O'Connor Poems

A poet can say
Things in a way
That seem, they may
Uncanny.
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two came together
intended
or not
you are here.
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The quiet one, eternal ticking,
Rules all men without a sound.
He's there before or first breath.
He's there long after we hit the ground.
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Different voices,
Separate conversations,
Mixed together,
Heard as one.
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Fields of dark green grass
Getting sunburned in the summer.
The green turns brown, then
Bleached white gold.
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