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The Poetry of Russ Allison Loar
The Finger Speaks
I don’t ask the question,
Are you happy?
It seems too intrusive,
Too personal for most of my friends.
It’s a question reserved for my lover,
Used sparingly.
But of course I can tell,
Even in the emails of distant friends.
Joy infuses their words,
Oozes out from even the briefest missives,
Such as this morning’s message from my old friend,
An entranced grandfather,
Too encumbered to reply with more than a short explanation,
No doubt typed with a single finger:
“Baby on lap!”
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Few Things As Hard
When my little boy turned cold
And hard,
I knew the world had him
By the throat,
That it would take a long
Long time
For him to shake it loose,
If he ever could,
If he ever can.
There are few things as hard
As becoming a man.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Fathers And Daughters
O sweet child,
Father wants you to be happy
And will buy you many pretty things
And dust your life with confectioners’ sugar
And keep the world away
For at least another day.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Exiles
Leaving the office late last night
I passed by harshly lit co-worker cubicles,
All the carefully framed photos of smiling children,
Of loved ones,
Precisely placed,
Reassurance during the long working day,
A bond of love in our lives.
We are exiles,
Returning home for a few exhausted hours
To again be husbands and wives,
Parents and children,
Families.
Together again
For those precious few hours
That work allows.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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