Author: Rex Wilder
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Am I the Ice Cream Man?
Am I the ice cream man? Why else would the streets Fill & living rooms echo? Rose gardens smell of vanilla On Las Palmas as vowels Of celebration turn letters Into words; neighborhood Streets are blindly happy, Like a dream or maternity Ward. “Forza Juve!” from A random window: whoop It up. No need to…
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The Photographer
Every day it happens. Happens every day. After night’s amens. Before a single ray. Planet Earth poses And doesn’t move Like a bed of roses Avant le joli bouquet. In flagrante love: Faceless yet faced. Every day it happens. Happens every day. After night’s amens. Before a single ray. But today for the first…
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Lemon Bird
A lemon bird I made a fool of myself over As if she were a green flash, a gold Medal, or a first date’s blue eyes — I love her Less naturally now. It’s like she’s God And I have to read my belief in her off A page in the prayer book. For a…
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Love Like a Field Guide
If you Recognize Love out In the wild,If you findLove in Its naked state,Pick it upCarefullyAs if it were A robin’s egg& listen For the Gold inside.Set it down& come Back oftenBecause oneOf these Days you Will return To find The shellCracked& love Flown away Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help…
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PCH
In the courtyard, I see newFaces. My summer friends leftMe or my good health leftThem, there’s no way to know.I wonder, what will fillThe vacuum our dispersedLove creates as holesOpen in the universeWe had in common?I still can’t let Susie go,My “practice girlfriend.”Did we really ply light-Sabers at the Bowl& swear loyalty that nightHanging our…