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Tag: bill lederer chicago poet

Modernity

O you are so solid.Angles sharp. Divinely defined.On one end you’re stolid.But lying worse than blind. While I’m a flighty stringstill wishing to attach.Flakey me…

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In the Fall

I close my eyes. The color goes.What do you propose I call it?BLACK as black. The circadian throes.Death moving on for the Stoicto hook-up with…

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Fear Not

There are more poets than branches in a forest.And each branch bears enough nuts to topple a tree.Any tree left standing to ill-fated windsdeserves to…

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