Three Poems

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A Swallow Speeds On
Morning:

Two eggs, coffee with cream.
A fly noisily zigs and zags.

Noon: Ham and cheese on bread.
A butterfly silently flits and flits.

Evening: Steak and French Fries.
A hummingbird looks on while hovering.

Night: Four cookies and milk.
A bat menacingly zooms.

-Jack Wilson

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At The Center
"In Emergency Push To Open,"
The automatic doors read on the unwashed, dribbly glass.
The further, outer door carries the same remark.
Between the first and second lies a cross-hatched
Block-built carpet, mole-grey brown.
The door to the entrance-garden has the same dribbles
And moves just as automatically.

Inside the inside, thick nurses, men and women, pad by.
Television gurgles softly, patients and personnel murmur,
Little clicks and taps identify heels and wheels,
Medical machinery and dropped tongue depressors.

Outside the outside, greenstuffs, and
Traffic tooting and squealing.
Between the inside and the outside lies a
Cross-hatched, block-built, mole-grey brown
Carpet.

--Jack Wilson
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Tidepool

Invent the waves and vivid pools with me,
Cool, industrious, dibbling at our toes,
And let your knees snatch back at laps of sea.
Wade deeper toward the hole where seaweed grows,
Kick lively now, hitch up your sagging suit
And hold my hand. If you cannot see,
Loosen your grip, sit on my friendly foot,
Relax and let your hair float out to me.
I`ll pull you to a swirl for us alone
Where we can touch and float asleep or wake
And be content awhile with what we`ve sown.
To love where all we give is all we take,

As fishes waken from their restless sleep
To watch us drifting till we`re in too deep.

Jack Wilson
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