Cracked pavement
Cracked sidewalks
The heat rises from it
Stinging smog drifts
Into itching eyes
Seek it out
That blossom striving forth
From the splits
In asphalt streams.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Folly Bridge
Spring days like this
Bring to mind brightly
Oxford, the Thames
Its murky waters put to shame
By the green, grassy banks
Sloping gently towards her
Pubs beckoned and we answered
Their gritty come ons
And whisky whispers
To stagger over
The Folly Bridge pints full
Your tight wire act amusing
Even after the silence
Then the splash
As you tumbled off
And in.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Ink
The distinction lies
Within the paragraph
Each sentence
Handed down
Read line by line
Between them too
Perspective becomes
A line to cross
A lie to fabricate
A conversation initiated
Upon a point
Decided on
A heavy pen
Poised
Over Dollar Store paper
A nickel plated dream
Rusted in their minds.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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Four Twelve
Sixty degrees fahrenheit
Sun soaked skin
Warmed through
To your toes
Blood moves
Molasses
A nap
Sounds pretty good
Right now.
4/12/15
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Four Ten
Slow melting snow
Exposes piles of month old
Deer shit
Dead mice and dead brown oats
Cast offs
Of winter’s careless wake
Exposed to the sun
That sits higher in the sky
Plans revealed
Like lines on your hands
Fortunes and fates
Gods and flaws.
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4*9
The ache in your hands
Will not go away
Arthritic joints
Crumbling cartilage
Stumbling through days
Years ago you were a flame
Meteoric
Euphoric
A dark star
Slipping behind the shadow
Of a moon waxed full
Awake with the knowledge
That love was made of gravity
Awake with the fear
That comes to us all
Slick with sweat
Alone in the night
Aware that the promise
Was in the ending.
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Fore Ate
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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