Poems of April
By sambpoet
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REMEMBERING PAPA
with matches to burn
mad woman April
fed filial love letters
hoarded
in the false pocket
of my last shirt
to a hungry fire
while shrewish spring
laughed ugly
broken teeth
at my pale sorrow
as if my father
were of winter
unworthy
of a kiss goodbye.
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? 1995 by Salvatore Amico M. Buttaci
VOWS
The promise of the maple
Is a bark that doesn't bite,
Leaves that stay
until they're fallen.
And the promise of the rose
Is a cup for morning dew,
Thorns to keep at bay
cruel hands bent on spoiling.
And the promise of the breeze
Is a whistle in the trees,
Unseen nymphs at play,
Voices softly calling.
At last the promise of the rain
Is a pitter in the streets,
Silver-needle sprays
To wake the stalling.
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? 1998 by Salvatore Amico M. Buttaci
PARTING
you caught a glint
of a sparkling
eye inside a
head turning away
you saw the streak
a runaway
train fighting the rain
a pinhole of steel
disappearing
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? 1999 by Salvatore Amico M. Buttaci
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