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First Love
Eve, the trees itch, they always do
Grounded fruit calling to you,
Always to you, to lonely you,
Woman who had no choice
I climb down almost the first time.
It is still not too late to get lost.
Let me sip you with a cup of wine,
White wine me, white wine you
Always longing and calling
Moonless always lovelorn you.
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Thirst
I
I dream of love,
Always love
Always thirsting for old love,
A flood of love
I thirst for love,
Your old love flooding
Always light and love.
II
Hiccup the demons,
Swear by their dark light
We drank, fsther,
But only I showed
The terror, only I shared
The pain. Yet we loved
Each other.
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Hats
Salvation Army call to me, you must have a hat I didn’t see.
Salvation Army hear my plea. I march and march and march.
Some more taking cans to the grocery store
Because I need some fine-feathered haberdashery.
Blue or pink or red or green
Then I wouldn’t be a bum unseen.
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So I Lied
The marriage of
The farmer in the dell
To Goldilocks is my
Own invention.
It could be worse
I could have her marry
Count Dracula but I won’t
I’m a realist ideally.
As a farmer’s wife Goldilocks
Could learn how to milk cows
And collect eggs. She would lose
Some of her pickiness.
Does Cinderella really need
A prince? He could turn out
To be Dracula but
That’s another story.
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Norman Clayton’s poems were published in Food for the Soul, Selections from the Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen Writers’ Workshop, Seabury Books, Elizabeth Maxwell and Susan Shapiro, Editors.
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