By Kirby Olson on April 28, 2010
Love should remain still as the sun, yet burst!
Love is hot. Love reveals.
Love opens the heart’s cathedral —
the congregation ululates!
Love is not mere.
The sun lasts a few billion, or so,
simple years.
Love always persists.
Love never ends!
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By Kirby Olson on April 28, 2010
What is left of time for
me or you?
Subtraction
is the melody of God
as we disappear,
a trickle of kingdoms
in the sand clock.
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By Kirby Olson on April 28, 2010
Is it true that I like to confess?
The days linger like shadows in the evening.
At seventeen I considered suicide from a small bridge,
& now almost laugh at the evening.
Things don’t go as well as hound dogs
chasing prisoners through the evening.
Beechnut gum is made in Canajoharie
as the hired men smoke with the evening.
I have nothing to [...]
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