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Jeffrey SpahrSummers

I have nothing to offer but

me
love
faith
heart
humor
honesty
empathy
patience
compassion
lots of poetry
and baggage too

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Ser-en-dip-i-ty

he
begets poetry
begets interest
begets poets
begets poetry
begets respect
begets inspiration
begets poetry
begets hope
begets them/they/she
begets poetry
begets love
begets this

2005

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Designated Driver

i am tempted to say
oh hesitant waitress
yes they are sisters
take their orders and
humor these women
who cackle and cuss
clinking their glasses
while we wait for juicy
filets potatoes salads
and bread and butter

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Top This Television Moment

you shouldve been there
everybody else was
at least it seemed
in july
in nineteen
and sixty-nine a d
i sat at my desk in school
like all the others
gorging on the greatness of it all
on this spectacle of vertical
liftoff from the earth
this reaching beyond ourselves
this voyage of all mankind
happening before my very eyes
we were mesmerized
by the seduction of the beast
the saturn five series rocket
the behemoth we
held our breath we
held on to each other we

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Watching Daddy Die

Something weighs heavy on the man
Lulled to sleep deep in the recliner.
Something has cut his taut line
And slashes age across his face
Faster than I've a mind to see.
And something makes me wonder
Why death deals a winning hand
Then shouts foul play across the table.
I could say I've seen for years
His lively eyes grow slowly dim,
His love of hunting birds at dawn
Turn to birdseed across the yard,
Or simple tasks become frustrating
Like hands shaking through a shave.
But I have to question who this is,
And wonder where daddy has gone.
To be sure, I know it's my father
Who's grateful that I'm mustached
And not to be mistaken for a woman,
Who says 'hurry home for Christmas

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