Fore Ate
The walls are close
Rough to the touch
Familiar friends
I can talk to again
The cot creaks
As I rise reluctant
Or lay down exhausted
A single light extinguished
Without my say.
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Four Seven
Four Seven
Your stomach churns
With the questions
Where are they?
What happened?
How?
Why?
Clouds obscure the sun
Rains come and never cease
Hope is a paralytic
We long for the grief
To move on.
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Four Six
Four Six
Ice out in the swamp
Open water
A chorus of frogs
Telltale signs
Of a tardy springs’
Welcome arrival.
The dirt stained snow
In the front yard
Hangs on like
Lint upon a black jacket
Unwanted
Tenacious.
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Witness
Witness
The wood
The splinters
The weight
You don’t mind though.
You are a carpenter after all.
Its the careless crowning
The thorns
The lash
How they all just stand back
And watch
Doing nothing.
Let us all witness
Forgiveness.
Let us all be blessed
In time.
4/3/15
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Run
Run
That wet scream
In the close distance
Muffled by darkness
Prickles at the roots
Of your hair
Scalp deep
You wish you could run
Fast and far
But which way?
4/2/15
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AM Writing
The mind and memory
Tell the stories
The heart and blood
Paint the pictures
The wounding is necessary
As is the healing
Its traces followed
In the paths of the scars
Living proof
That the day was won.
3/31/15
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Snow
The snow falls and piles up
Shiny white dunes
Crawl their way
Across the narrow streets
To thaw and refreeze
Crust that cuts exposed skin
With the ease
Of an ulu
And when the sun finally shines
Upon the pale wastelands
It blinds us with its careless
Objectivity.
2/16/2015
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December
Willow branches encased
In delicate ice
Become numberless prisms
For the slow rising sun,
The coldest hour of the day
Becomes the brightest
And the Master’s designs
Are revealed …
with painstaking patience
To those who would wake
To watch the advancing thaw
And wonder.
December 2014
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Rains
The rains come
And never really clean
The parking lots and streets
And driveways
Just carry things away
To unseen places
Far away, insensate pools
Oil residue
Creates a kaleidoscopic slick
Upon the water’s surface
As even more spills forth
Churning indefatigably from the culvert’s maw.
© Erik Hansen 2014
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