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The Poetry of Kevin Morris

The Poetry of Kevin Morris

I Heard Leaves Fall:

I heard
Leaves fall.
Then, a solitary bird

Did call,
As I stood
In Autumn’s wood.
And I did comprehend,
Beauty, and a friend.

This Winter Sunshine:

This winter sunshine.
This ticking clock.
Now I am here.
Then I am not.

When I Met An Extremely Wizened Old Friar

When I met an extremely wizened old fryer
Drying my wet lawn with his hair dryer,
And I said, “why dry this grass?”.
He said, “sir, all things must pass”.
And I wept over that fryer’s hair dryer!