Poetry by Tim Suermondt

  WE DO AND WE DID
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We grew up in the village of peas,
exchanging vows in the smallest
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city hall ever built by man.
On a train we ran away to the city,
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forever. Skyscrapers guarded over us
and our bookshelf always had room
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for more books—the erotic, intelligent
moon determined to read every one.
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We watched an entire decade wish us
well, dancing like quicksilver along
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the daunting edge of the suspension
bridge, holding the future as close as
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we held ours...

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