Bob Arnold

DREAM COME TRUE

tel-let

2001

for, you know who

VISITOR

Along the very tops

Of trees only—

Our wind

MAP

The road goes through

Such a wilderness—

Forget town names

CONTAGIOUS

Just the way your loose

Hair sweeps your cheek

Loosens me

CENTURIES

Long after millions perished

This old painted vase

Goes on

OAK

Before I cut this

Tree—feel its

Life to live

TRICK

Mere seconds

To be

Friendly

SUNLIGHT

Doesn’t it feel like it is

There for you when you

Sit in the room with it

CLUE

You tell an old house

By the squeak

In its hinge

FUCKING

Going grocery shopping

With the one you love

Isn’t grocery shopping

FLOWERS

How clever to be so

Beautiful—to have us

Move them into the light

IN COUNTRY

Everywhere—

Little bits of mouseshit

Little bits of seed

NAME

With my long hair

Tucked up into my cap

I’m called redneck

NO

When there are no poems to write

Get used to it—

No is no

HIDDEN

Every single second

This stream passes under

This bridge

ECO

I chopped down the tree I planted

Cut up and burned as fuel

Carried out its ash to spread

SURE

The cat hides away all

Day asleep and thinks nothing

Of coming out and wanting a kiss

FAMILY

Try to get three berries

Off one stem at rest stop

As three of us

FAR FROM TOWN

That delicate

Held bag from

The donut shop

TIP-TOE

Summer dress

Covers you

Barely

WE

I wanted the

Longest kiss—

So we began

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