| Spring Poems
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| | The Day for Dying
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| Towards spring in the City
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| | And so we live life, the best we
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| (a St. Paul, Minnesota Poem)
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| | canbetween weakness and strength,night
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| Where the Mississippi River nears the
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| | and daylight!
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| pier,when spring is near, the water is
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| | Awaken by the morning birds-to sleep by
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| loud and high;and all the winter birds,
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| | the evening stars,and in-between we dread
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| come back, againstthe morning sky....
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| | the daythe day to come...the day for
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| Also, there the tireless ice melts,
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| | dying!
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| heaps, upon heapsagainst the river banks;
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| | #2212/ 2-3-2008
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| flows down to
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| | Mother's Saint Teresa
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| Saint Louis, and then onto New Orleans
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| | There's more news to tell you, Mombut I
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| (and then, out into the Gulf).
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| | think I said enough-whoopsperhaps not,
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| But close at hand, the city wakes (St.
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| | let me add,
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| Paul)from the refuges of the winter's
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| | I put a statue of Saint Teresaalongside
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| deep;no longer will the city hibernate,
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| | your urn (here in Lima).
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| alarge unrest, for spring.
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| | I had picked it up, if you recall,in
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| Ten-thousand voices can one hearmoving
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| | Santiago, Chile, in 2002,at her grave
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| faster than a deer, asspring nears, and
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| | site.
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| nears, and nears,until they can say,
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| | I had two of them, if I remember,
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| "...spring is here!"
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| | I gave you one, when I returnedfrom that
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| #2214 2-3-2008
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| | trip, and here, here nowis the other....
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| Comes Twilight and the Owls
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| | 11/2007 (#2216)
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| Comes twilight and the owls,prowling like
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| | Haiku for Peacekeeping
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| catsupon limb-fanged branchesof
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| | You need big-sharp-teeth
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| trees...;willing slaves, to the
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| | With diplomacy, to win
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| night:sleek as the fiends,they
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| | A war without a battle...!
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| are-thesesmall eyed offspringof twilight.
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| | No: 2100 (12-15-2007)
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| #2215 2-3-2008
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| | Dedicated to Dr.
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