3 poems by Michael Igoe: “Bright Eyes” “Fun Lovers” “Bible Story”

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Bright Eyes

The first one in open water                                                                                                                                    patrols the lonesome beach.                                                                                                                                                                 Grateful for stillness                                                                                                                                                to serve as the filter                                                                                                                                                           held in nimble hands.                                                                                                                                                             The inescapable skies                                                                                                                                                              above muddy reaches                                                                                                                                                                                 found rooted in sands.                                                                                                                                                                       Four winds can’t obey                                                                                                                                                       the ton of deadweight                                                                                                                                                                  that calls itself human.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              To have and to hold                                                                                                                                                                     without distractions.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Taking off my jacket                                                                                                                                                      I find my house keys.                                                                                                                                                                                       The new kid sold                                                                                                                                                                his lures and tackle.                                                                                                                                                                    Box tops will buy them                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    if you sink on one knee.     

Fun Lovers     I grasped finally when I last ate valentine candy. In its heart shape, with tender script. The blue one dyes wombs of new friends. The same ones, I at first adored. Then it turned out, they’re friends like stooges or footmen. Reaping the same, as we always have we watch together incipient breathing. We waited to see ourselves over by the coffee machine. Dropping poker chips after…

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