Robert Lansing Poems

A quiet murmur among the leaves
In the forest as I strolled by
Spied a flash of something between the tree trunks
I chased after it, thinking it was for me
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Come trail my love to its tracks
While they still keep off rust,
While they still ignore the cracks,
And while they still dread the dust.
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He waited.
He waited...
But waited too long.
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¿No tú sabes? Como de tu mano.
Como el aire viene desde el mismo acto de comer.
Mi lengua roza suavemente en tu palma;
Dientes como labios, labios como dientes.
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Take it through the shade of your shadow-
Let blindness be your guide;
Walk from today to tomorrow
Relying on nothing on your side...
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