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Tag: bill lederer chicago poet

Predilection

I won’t be ruled by clichésnor metaphors of old.The past is what plays.I will not be sold. No matter the past.Call it what you want.“The…

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Battling

The space betweencan never be heardcan never be seenbut felt. Gravity is heavybut not when asleep.Balance readiesto take that leap. Then off one spinswithout feathers…

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Clarity

So much is unclear.The winter snow?No, I’m OK with that.Snow in the Winter?Will it fit?Why sure. It might even drift into late fall and early…

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Predicament

He knelt on me to the end.In fear I won’t pretend.He knew me on the slythat if I got up he might diewhen I was…

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Past Past

Was isn’t any more.Won’t know what really is.Historians keep the scorewith a clock without advancing numbers.A stream only adds to the ocean.Outside that has got…

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Me

I have reached an age where everything seems agedfrom spotted hands to the variety of toe nail.I guess in a lifetime all turns odd and…

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Wow!

Oh tiny one how large you are.You contain in one cubic inch of watergreater numbers than all the stars.Still who can believe in the hereafter?Is…

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