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Bud

As you hung the washing
we talked about divorce.
Later I found you
stepping a little dance.
When I left
you posted on Facebook
a spring bud
and I knew you were happy
to be freed.
It hurt me
and we don’t talk now
or listen together to the rain.

Robert James Berry
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Glimmering

You were glimmering
more mystic than the moon
I felt older than its craters
you were lithe and long limbed
I stumped along
you were spring snows
fresher than dawn rain
breathtaking as mountains
I was moody, grim and fey
like quicksand to your soul.

Robert James Berry
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Blue

I remember the fallen stones
the hawthorn berries
and nettles like a plague.
How the weather changed
the hills were enveloped
puddles wet my toes.
We came to a lawn
then a ruined barn
and more nettles.
Birds circled
then with strange suddenness
the sky was clean and blue.

Robert James Berry
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River

The strong brown mystic river
flows leisurely and broad.
When the clouds dry up
when alders lean into the wind
when the sky is smoking
the colour of apricots
and the round red sun
is apocryphal,
loud river water
rolls with many stones
down to the beach.
It is magical
how wide the river becomes
carrying sand and silt;
it sings as it meets the sea.

Robert James Berry
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Snakes

We drove to the snake temple
for a dare. You said
the snakes were warm around your neck
like silk. You smirked
then it was my turn
I blanched, it went cold
when the priest hung them from me
in a garland. I was ashamed
when you laughed at me
the snakes coiled like they’d kill.
We thanked the priest and he released me
but I didn’t forgive you
until you consoled me
and said we all had our monsters.
I knew I’d found mine.

Robert James Berry
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Gone

How could you leave
when you chose my clothes
bought my shoes
made my food.
When I roll into our bed
I don’t cry
but the dip on your side
is a place to die
now and forever.
If you came back
I’d not be shy
but demand a kiss
and hug you till it hurt.
But you’ll not return now
I have only your bold perfume on the dresser
and the scent of you on our sheets.

Robert James Berry
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Tea

I saw you sipping Chinese tea
you liked it hot, strong
and chrysanthemum.
You cradled the cup
like you never held me
inhaling its infusion.
I’d heard you were getting by
even blooming,
this felt like a betrayal
when I brimmed with nostalgia

and the thought if you
sharing you tea with another man
was nauseous. If you saw me now
I could never placate you
you’d go pale as winter lilies.

Robert James Berry
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