BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

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Poems​

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Water Lilies, Claude Monet 1913,

MOMA, NYC

 

My poems are like children
the ones I have never had
nor ever will.

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They are not anything less real for that.
They are of my flesh and loin,
alive even if not embraceable.

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My poems are a lifeline,
thrown to a swimmer in a deep current,
struggling but indomitable.

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They may go unnoticed,
more probably than less not.
Yet they are alive, for all that.