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I Know You Love Her…

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I know you love her, I have seen your eyes.
I’ve felt the fading hope you keep alight:
The comfort and nobility you prize,
The wrongful longing you know you’d make right —

For guys, we know each other’s secret ways,
And well I know the unrequited game:
The agony of longing through the days,
And nights of dreaming, hearing your own name,

As spoken by that voice you know so well.
I know you love her, but that you despair:
For what you feel, you may, or may not tell,
But it won’t move her, any time, or where.

Like perfect grapes you look on and repine,
Full knowing you will never taste
The wine

At and After Carnival

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You wore a mask at carnival
Amid the celebration;
Those days and nights were wild ones
Of constant exploration –

Our common life, it bores you, now
You’ve sipped that golden flask —
For never, ever, since that time,
Have you removed
The mask

Patchwork

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Varied little bits of pleasure
Patched together without pattern;
Country poor or city treasure –
High with fame, or lowly slattern —

Each and every square a story;
Tales of simple fun, or glory,
Love that covers up in winter,
Aged legs or youthful sprinter –

As a patchwork, so is living:
There, no matter what the weather,
Warming when we come together,
Differences amid forgiving.

a memory of my father

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a worker in brass, my father was.
in felt, and silver, too:
a sax is then a different thing
for me as (prob’ly) you

for hours and hours out in his shop —
i still recall it clear —
my father would work with bits of brass,
and make music
appear