4-23-17


breathe it in

wood smoke, turned earth

manure spread upon the fields

listen

the birdsongs from the brambles

a tractor grumbles in the distance

see it all played out

different 

yet the same.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-21-17


soft spoken whispers

promises made to be broken

ash is the color

love leaves

in the aftermath.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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1775


overwhelming odds

in red line up upon the green

a ragtag group of minutemen

stand their ground

in flintlock noncompliance.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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1988

           1988
Watching the thick smoke

billow out from the entrance

to Victoria Station

I had just exited

I remembered the news story

of weapons and explosives 

found buried on the grounds 

of Buckingham Palace.

Later that night listening

to the low hum 

of quiet conversation

over illegal pints 

and hand-rolled fags

blinds closed

lights off in a smokey pub

short sentences in Irish accents

discussing the days’ events

punctuated

by the sharp clicks

of colliding snooker balls.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-17-17

Happy Birthday K

    4-17-17
my daughter spends most of her time

away with friends, her boyfriend

I see her everyday

but not for long

hellos and goodbyes

a hug and a quick kiss

sometimes we have movie night

the scarier the better

and I can rest assured

when I realize I can still

poke her in her side

and elicit a giggle.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-12-17


did your heart skip a beat?

did your skin tingle and pop?

when the lightning

split the sky

and the thunder

broke the earth

dark clouds

full of dark promise

weapons in the winds.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-11-17


the wind lifts and lowers

the boughs of the cedars

like hands waving

in greeting

in farewell

silent steps through the thick

moss blanket of the ground

a mourning dove’s

sad question

hides in the shadows

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-10-17

the water is cold and quick

the bend in the brook

reveals the undercut bank

the gold brown sand and stones

the miniature log jam

causes the spring current

to eddy

iridescent bubbles in the foam

glisten in the late morning light

while the speckled side of a trout

reveals itself briefly

and is gone 
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-9-17

a soft breeze

blows the remnants of winter

about the daffodils and narcissus 

green leaves and flower spikes

stretching towards

a warming sun

ever higher in the sky

while a chorus of native birds

urges you to put away your tools

for another day
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-8-17

Spending Saturday speculating

Colorful chimeras carousing
© Erik Hansen 2017

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