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The Literary Review

Issue 9         Page 91

The Intern

Following

the

leader

learning

the

job

a

little

sweat

another

dollar

earned

on

my

feet

like

learning

to

dance

with

a

mop.

My Brother’s Motorcycle

Riding

the

motorcycle

sneaking

out

of

the

house

winding

along

a

back

road

summer

coolness

through

my

hair

worth

climbing

in

my

window.

ONLY POETRY LASTS

Everything else is ephemeral.

We sleep to awaken and find new words

in the air so we can sleep again.

Blooming flowers fade away like blushing

young schoolgirls at their first school dance.

I hug you like you’ve never been hugged before.

No strings attached, only the wish to hold you

until morning sunlight shines on your lovely face.

Falling in love can break your heart.

Honeymoon of love blows over in time

as heat of summer becomes autumn.

Shooting stars pin prick your eyes and vanish.

Sound of music becomes utter silence.

Tides keep flowing in and out and in and out.

Wars end in peace and starts again in another war.

Songbirds sing until asleep and sing again.

Trees fall and rot until they grow again.

Smiles and laughter provide temporary relief,

grief has a long life. Jealousy rages on and on and on

searching for a love that can’t be found.

Plucked strings of a guitar reverberate in the air

Summoning young and old to get up and move

in a Flamenco dance. Buglers play taps for old soldiers

who never die, they just fade away like dry land

in a drought until it rains again. Impermanence

is here to stay as long as you don’t count on it.

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