January, 2016 – POEM FOR MY NIECE AT FOURTEEN

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POEM FOR MY NIECE AT FOURTEENdavidplumb

by David Plumb

Call it pudding, snow
radio or new.

Oboe, earring, boy
kite or wind.

Once you bounced
on my lap.

Now a song
takes your hand.

I stand inside
the word, STAY.

You wave. I cry
calm, fear, goodbye.

The word is silence
bless and poem.

The word is yes
go on and dance.

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