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Vaudeville
I always thought
love, a kind of fame,
comes when the dancing
is good, then goes
when the applause dies down.
I always thought love
needs to be fed
like comedy
and fades
when the laughter stops.
I thought the band goes home
carrying their
black cases
and the lights go out
just as I trip on the stage.
Visit by Egyptian Muscians
This silence
is like pebbles falling on concrete,
slow dry cracks
coming from nowhere.
There is so much room for time.
Like the slow drip
from a drying puddle
into a pond,
no one can really speak
to be personal with strangers.
But there are tears forming,
not drying fast enough.
How many moist words
do we need
in an arid place?
For Charity
Today I give away
all her shoes. I think
well maybe she will need them
but not for those turned feet.
It has been a rare day
of sleep and sentiment.
I try to protect myself
but I can't forget the
lubberly movement of her arms
when she tries to touch my hand.
The "I" and "me" she still
says, and the "mine."
I know what she is waiting for,
lying in that room
busrides away
across the snow.
Don Schaeffer established Enthalpy Press and has published 5 chap books
including Time Meat and The Word Cow and the Pig O' Love. ISBN series:
0-9687017 Recent poetry has been published in The Writers Publishing, Lilly
Lit, Burning Effigy Press, Understanding Magazine, "Melange, Tryst,
Quills, and others. His first book of poetry, Almost Full was published
by Owl Oak Press early in the summer of 2006. He holds a Ph.D. in Psychology
from City University of New York (1975) and lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba with
his wife, Joyce. He recently became the granfather of Hannah Zoe Sasaki
Schaeffer.
Email: Don Schaeffer
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