In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I’ll be kissing on her blood red lips
No one is the savior they would like to be
The lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle’s unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
Summer comes, yeah, and loud as hope and takes your breath away
Winter takes what the summer had to say
Short poem in a play I wrote for my students.
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Yellow Hearts full of hate,
White petals stained in blood,
They won’t ever stop their ways,
Till you too are in the mud.
Laying on the carpet
Itchy, warm and rescued
Here in the living room
Hidden in my fort
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Underneath my bed-sheet
Tied up to some chairs
Where the glow of day is changed
Filtered through the walls
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I measure up what’s outside
Plan on how to beat it
Easy as I move around
‘Cause things are easily lost
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~Jacob Albrecht
You’re planted in my chest
That all the trees I know and love
I always loved you best
~Jacob Albrecht
