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Rod Moran: Two Poems

Rod Moran

Mar 01 2015

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Inner-City Dawn

 

A steel squeal of trams.

Then, like richly stitched brocade—

Patterns of bird-song.

 

Rod Moran

The Couple

 

The couple, elderly, stooped,

Rise from the table—

Portraits of grandeur.

 

Rod Moran

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