May Day

May Day short poem

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lamplight reflection sits in the trees
gives eyes to the leaves
they watch without blinking

there is beauty everywhere
an old couple reworking their wills
to include their new granddaughter

a lay preacher sober since last Sunday
enthralled with the cadence of her sermon
smells astringent vodka and salivates

armies work their designs on civilians
populations are vast machines
stealing from each other

that old whippet wears a green collar
with jingling bells and a brass cross
held at heel by its limping owner

children on the concrete patio are talking
spending good and evil like water
thirsty for new questions but there are none

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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