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pictured, “Poems for Lovers Loving & Being Loved” ebook by Felipe Adan Lerma
“a beginner’s view : the intent of this blog is to incrementally build a body of thought that works toward integrating various topics, yoga, fitness, and the arts – it’s a process…”
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“when it ended” – original poetry, circa 1981
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this was an important time for me, half a life ago
and this is my oldest recorded poem i have, published in the university of houston clear lakes’s student publication, the bayousphere in 1982
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When it Ended
Atlanta
late in the morning,
stopping by the road,
morning air sticking to my face
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I sucked blood from my knuckles
torn
switching the old tire
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as i looked back to Atlanta
its rivers of towers
with two or three lights
still peeping
over the slant of the hills.
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Coasted the Gulf
to Louisiana.
White ribbons of hot concrete
leading me
over the green stump swamps
to Orange
where i bridged the mud
of the Sabine.
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Saw
a hundred steel steeples spitting
balls of white fire
into the night sky,
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down to the Valley
where the trees disappeared
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then reappeared
all the limbs
and trunks
shrunken over resting
old folks
darkened wrinkled and dying —
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Crossed the wet borders.
Theirs. Ours.
Yours.
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The flat hot roofs and white streaked sky
slanting
to
the desert —
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Found, on the red sands,
a town with a woman.
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She rocked me slowly
and
sang me songs
telling me tales,
floating me in her
tiny brown waves
of singing wet flesh
leaving
me
shivering
til
i
floated,
til
i
sang
(hoarsely)
all my tales
of my leavings,
my promise
to you.
© felipe adan lerma, jr 1981
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the only time i’ve lived outside texas, before our current planned move to vermont, was when i was in the air force, stationed in northwest florida
sometimes i’d do the 12 hour drive home to houston with the kids etc, and sometimes by myself, usually in one drive – now it’d probably take me two days!
the poem then, is a kinda compilation of remembered images, a detour through atlanta to play tourist, tire changes, plus mixes of feelings covering several years from the mid 70′s to 1980 or so
that was a time of endings and new beginnings 30 years ago
i remember feeling a kernel of hopefulness when i wrote this poem
reading this again the last few weeks, i sense that hopefulness even stronger
maybe cause another new beginning is beginning…
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through-out the month of may, as sheila and i prepare for our texas-to-vermont change-over, i’ll be posting images of painting and photos, plus more poems
maybe not every day, but at least several times a week
with an occasional usual yoga-fitness post 
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namaste – con dios – god be with you
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