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Three Poems by Lawrence Miles

1. Seaside Heights
          
          In love for a day
          Lying on a beach together
          You were with another but
          He was nowhere to be found
          
          We couldn't tell each other how we felt 
          The world was eavesdropping on us
          No matter how far away we were from everything else 
          We could only talk about the clouds in the sky 
          Debate about you wearing heels on the boardwalk
          And find out at what age did you last eat 
          Cotton candy on a summer day
          
          But to tell you that I love you
          Would have brought the lifeguards and the 
          Beach police and the
          Soul Gestapo from the back of my head 
          Over to stop it
          
          One dance
          One kiss
          One hug
          Was my reward
          It was enough
          Then
          
          But we never finished the story
          And you threw the book out with the trash 
          But I held onto to my
          Dog-eared copy
          Along with a thousand other days
          A thousand other loves
          A thousand other books on my shelf
          And I pull yours out
          Whenever I see
          Cotton candy on a summer day
          Even though I don't remember the last time I had it 
          When I was a kid.
          
          
          2. The Best
          
          The best poets
          Are those who never put their words to paper
          
          The best artists
          Are those who never sell a painting
          
          The best musicians
          Are those who play in the smallest clubs
          
          The best prophets
          Are those who keep their thoughts to themselves
          
          The best leaders
          Are those who let their actions do the talking
          
          The best fighters
          Are those who know defeat from victory
          
          The best athletes
          Are those who know the real rewards of their effort
          
          The best people
          Are those who know strength from weakness 
          And who understand the difference.
          
          3. The First, The Last, The Only Redhead I Ever Saw
      
          It was a dye job.
          
          It worked.
          
          When you inhaled
          My soul fought to fill your lungs
          When you exhaled
          Your soul seeped through my pores
          
          It was more than
          A light show
          And a booming bass through my spine
          
          You killed my sobriety
          And took the starch out of my skin
          
          Hanging by a thread
          A lock of your spirit
          I never knew if
          The fire would kill me or cleanse me
          
          I would do anything
          To be your fool again.