McKibbin

Living in you

was like living

in a hero's tear

that fell 4000 feet

and landed in

the oldest landfill

because he couldn't

save the world

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Johns Dog

He will sit with us patiently

until we are ready

to leave

We are proud of ourselves

when we teach him

to shake

He is grateful that we love him

but who couldn't love such

a good dog?

Golden fur like the hair 

of one hundred 

new babies

A loyalty as beautiful as any 

woman could be

it is pure

Sleeping for the day to disappear

until John is home 

to be happy

One bark says everything

he needs to say

to us

What his eyes don't know

does not matter

shouldn't

There is a place for him

in the ground when 

he dies

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Valentines Day

I was at bar alone.

Getting drunk.  

When in walks the love of my life.

I wished.

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Animals In The Night

I lived in a haunted house once. 

But the ghost there was nice. 

He liked to sing.

At night, especially when it was stormy out, I would see him float around. 

And hear him.

Once, I tried to talk to him. 

I crept into the living room, where he always was.

He looked at me as if I was the ghost.

I asked him "Are you scared of me?". 

He said "No. 

But You should be scared of me.". 

"Why?" 

"Because I am a ghost."

"I'm not though." I said. 

Then I felt the need to add "You seem nice is all."

I think this was disappointing to him

He kept looking at me for a moment.

Then he slowly lowered his eyes to the floor.  

Very quietly, he began to sing again.

His voice  sounded like animals in the night.

"What are you singing?" I asked. 

He looked back up at me and said "It's a sad song."

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She Is A Dreamer

Over there in the grass

you are asleep on your side

the sun is shining on your black hair

I walked towards the tree in the field

It is a very big tree

When I climbed it's branches

I could see for miles

I could see the house that we walked from

and it's blue paint that turned green from the sunlight

I sat on a branch for while and thought

this is what the world looks like to birds

You must have been very tired

because you slept very long

When I got down from the tree

I went back to you

I sat down and surveyed the large field

The wind was blowing your dress

and it revealed your knees

that glowed

You looked so safe

and I wondered

what you were dreaming about

My hand 

slid down your pink cheek

and you awoke

You 

looked into my eyes

and said with a calm smile

"I love you"

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Paper Sailboat

There is a pretty girl

standing in the street

her tongue is sticking out

as she catches snowflakes upon it

from my apartment above her

I am singing a song

it travels into her ears

and our eyes meet

she begins to walk away

and I yell at her to stay

she smiles, but does not

I shut my window

In the street there is silence

I listen but hear nothing

her footprints are etched in snow

I place my foot carefully in each one

they lead off into woods

the darkness makes them hard to follow

the last one is on a river bank

where did she go?

There is a paper sailboat

drifting on the water

It left a childs hand

who wanted to see it sail

by Timothy Poovey

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