Lynx XVII:2 June, 2002


those two birds
flying so close together
swiftly across the twilight sky –
a certain happy sad witness
i provide for them



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out the car window
through a snow flurry
she studies the sun –
my wife warns her
not to look too close



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the sweeps and swoops
of swallows
all manner of lovely curves
and you in jeans bent over
just to pick up a stick




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my daughter shrill
and bumping into me
until i tell her to stop –
how hollow knowing
she was just glad to see me




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before our marriage
my mother told my wife
that it was her married years
that were the loneliest
in her life…



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she must read my mind
this fancy i have for her –
how beautifully
she blushed
the time she saw me peek




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how old it becomes
but no denying
the appeal of this quest
for what is new
and turned out latest…



Tom Clausen