Jason E Coombs
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There is a Van Gogh painting in which the stars might be sunflowers,a couple walks arm in arm,their backs towards two boatsmoored to each other so one won’t float away. They seem to be looking towards the artist. Do you think she needed to whistleto catch his attention? Silly question I guess. They are the…
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People like me wait.People like me let friends drift away.People like me don’t answer her handwritten letter.When it feels like crossing someone else’s line people like me start to say goodnight with our inside voice until people like me stop hearing it at all. People like me get used to the empty space of a…
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It is the time of the day when the breeze turns the setting sun into a lanternthat lights the shadows below. You listen to the leaves echoanother day into your story and smile: if you are luckythere will be a tomorrow, the breeze will turn the setting sun into a lanternthat lights the rustling of…
Jason Edward Coombs - Poet 