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Them & Two Makes Three

Found poems trigger poems

A couple I recorded awhile back.


Them

those unexpected
welling tears,
the proof

you love,
are loved

maybe, the best

you'll get
on this
bat-shit trip,

cherish her/him,
cherish them,

it takes 

more than you,
it takes forever
to conclude,

and you can't
know that end,

but you feel

the tango beat,
animal power
gracing your feet


as swelling heat
pounds inside, now 

two makes three

	—for Sam & Cache, fire keepers

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Math is not my long suit as the old Pinocle players used to say.


Two Makes Three

more or less I guess
considering eternity
the what have yous

and what have wes
these continuous unfoldings
breathing mysteries

we embrace face
and negotiate
our space reminding

ourselves the snow-
covered path we walk
after dinner on this

winter solstice eve
up Rattlesnake Creek
in a flurry of flakes falling

and listening to the whisper
trickle-gurgling of the stream
bright night under a cloud

blanket lit by urban
glow we know it's best
to stroll squeaking soles

me quiet you praising
this slow walk outside
in wonder snow light

my soul wondering
how time passed so fast
the last fifty years

and why we've held on
to one another watching
others dissolve 

and disappear maybe
for me it's simply
the dogged example

of my parents hanging-
on till the bitter end
I can't speak for you

of course I'm lazy too
would rather stare
out the window

than follow the crowd
witnessing another
agreed upon miracle

there is much to see
and do before we're through
but I can't escape 

the infinity of me
of what I can and can't be
all I can do is thank you 

for the company
for holding onto me
transforming entropy to love

	—for Pam

Mark Gibbons

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And thank you again to all you generous souls who continue to throw coins at beggars. It is greatly appreciated. Peace

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