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Newton Golden




Poetry Without Pedigree

by David Boyne

Ridiculous Joy

Sometimes
When pierced
By the
Ridiculous joy
Of being alive...
I run
Through the house,
Naked
Wet from the shower
The dog chasing and barking...
And
I
Sing
Cartoon-opera
Loud.
LOUD!
Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!
FIG—A—ROOOOOOO!


Snow Dancing

Snow falling
Past street lamps
Glowing in the hush,
We left a restaurant called Rhinocerous.

Walking, embracing,
Not talking,
At your doorway we turned

To see past
Snow falling,

Our mingled footprints
Imprinted on the sidewalk
Like a happy dance chart.

It takes two to tango.


Falling Off Brooklyn Bridge


Alone,
Nearing midnight,
I stop my bicycle on Sellwood bridge
above the black Willamette
flowing complacently
and I remember...

Alone,
Nearing midnight,
on New Year's Eve I stood mid-span
on Brooklyn Bridge
above the black East River…
Fireworks burst soft over Central Park,
salutes crackled in Brooklyn,
boat horns boomed their aloneness,
And a voice behind me asked,
"Would you like some of my champagne?"
I turned.
She smiled, "I have no germs."
I drank her wine…

Falling in
love
requires leaping from a
great high bridge
over a yawning chasm
knowing there is no safety net…


Nothing to it.


Let Us Eat Cake

In some secret moment
in the mayhem
of our wedding day
you hid a slab of cake
in the freezer

365 days later
hugging to keep warm while
drinking coffee from a thermos
at mid-span Brooklyn Bridge
we agreed

just one cautious nibble each
through three layers
of deep sweet chocolate
and gran marnier soak
then we'd fling that toxic tradition into the river

surprise

our cake
was exquisite
and we gobbled and
laughed and
licked the sweet flavor from our fingers

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