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Brant Lauweryssen
Would we know what sleeps under
careful footsteps, under
chosen tones that won’t stir, what grows
in the damp,
in the cold
in spaces we fill
with bits of us bitten
with teeth clenched while we rest, unsteadied
like rubber bubbles on red bellies.
Fresh pieces drift under
desks and drawers like receipts
of our yesterday selves we will lose,
gone to join the rabbits that slipped under
our feet like luck
when we run from our troubles.
careful footsteps, under
chosen tones that won’t stir, what grows
in the damp,
in the cold
in spaces we fill
with bits of us bitten
with teeth clenched while we rest, unsteadied
like rubber bubbles on red bellies.
Fresh pieces drift under
desks and drawers like receipts
of our yesterday selves we will lose,
gone to join the rabbits that slipped under
our feet like luck
when we run from our troubles.
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Brant Lauweryssen is a Canadian Poet from Calgary, Alberta who now resides in Bali, Indonesia. He performs regularly at Voices Unleashed and All Soul Everything. Brant credits his high school English teacher, Mrs. Shelley Johnson, and the A she gave his poem for unknowingly igniting his interest in writing.
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