Drew Robison
BARE LY
BUTTO N ED
summer time poems
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summertime poems
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depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer. Albert CAmus
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rew Robison is Baltimores legally blind poet, and his most recent collection of poetry Barely Buttoned chronicles a few formative years of staring into the sun. Some of these works are fresh from the notebook page; others have seen many revisions. Many thanks to the readers and poets who have guided these poems to shore.
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CONTENTS
The Weather Man On the Beach Hope Springs Smokers, Cease Fire Dedication for a Moonbounce 60-Second Life Not for Want Prince of Summer 1 2 4 5 6 8 9 10
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On the Beach
itchy unrest? a sunburnt soul? seek reprieve in the evening shoals and step as lightly as a gull, when youre living on the beach. from the heat of day, a night of cold would bewitch you to behold, for centuries are hidden in the darkness where silently a story unfolds. for secrets, cast away from home leave daylight lies alone, for friends, they pocket as they please, when sharing the shadow of the trees. while nature designs to hide the light and designates nocturnal life, the night offers rest. seek to be peaceful or else live to die with both claws raised to sky like a crustacean at sunrise from the depths of how far and wide.
patient dusk outwaits the pain, as our sun follows the flight of the majestic crane, first heaven then the sinking to our concept of nowhere, the place where thoughts vanish, touching the void which empty shadows retain.
Hope Springs
The last day I saw her was like most days, broiled and buggy, sweat was running down my bag by the time I got to Bickmans creek, where the air was cool and I could wipe my brow. There I found Ellie fighting the water, her Sunday whites were soaked. She got to looking real sorry at me, and then she made a wicker sound. She snapped her hair like a whip, shooting I-dont-care eyes across the creek: Joshua, I know ya aint leavin. Well I knew she was lying at me, and I mean what did a baby sister know? Her chores were un-dusting Mas floors. I meant to leave her and Hope Springs alone. I told Ellie to go away with flies in my voice. Two words she said back to me, reminding me to frown go home.
fun in small individual nervousness, and in daring to touch the one who resists all touch, despite the office hours, two sons, the weariness and stacks of recent criticism, despite desire and Pounds madness. He labored in this tiny town with his name to plant a garden of familiar objects, broke through a centurys alienation, revived Americas first words, reached the limits of a lunar orbit and If you can find nothing in his joy but disinterest, please fuck off.
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60-Second Life
You lived a good 60-second life. Sure, you missed out on a few things. Maybe the things you desired were always Just out of reach. Maybe you were indecisive. Nothing to grieve about though. Love played an important role in your life. You would walk 500 miles and You would walk 500 more. You never had much money. But maybe you didnt care about it anyway. Sometimes you were a rather awkward person. Strange maybe, but likeable. Your hobbies were a great way to relieve The stress of everyday. You spent solid time on them, But not too much.
Prince of Summer
the guys barefoot on atlantic ave barely buttoned shirttail sailing in the breeze whose salty french-fried scent never changes with the current so recognizable to inhale you cannot separate sea from skin or the sight of the guy on his knees reaching into a sewer drain to retrieve a skinny can a lemon-lime four loko dripping neon grit back down into the grate he drops it and begins again
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