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BOB RIXON

 

 

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It is May

& I have missed

half of this spring

 

you bring it to me now

with a lovely sleepless night

 

At 2 a.m. I am reading

the poets of Provence

 

I hear the bird singing

at 3 a.m.

sad & hopeful riffs

 

at 4 a.m. I am consumed

with hunger

I light the kitchen

searching for a snack

but it is you

I am seeking

 

at 5 a.m. birds again

seagulls fly over

on their way to the park

but it is you

who sails over my bed

 

the trees throw off

their shadows

there are flowers

beneath them

 

now I can see this spring

you have brought it to me.

 

 

[Originally published in NHS 1991, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs91/index.html#29.]