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For My Wife
Last night I wandered through the moon’s deep dust,
Flung far across an intervening void
By wan Diana, clad in waxen robes;

William I. Atkinson
Sep 24, 2019
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For My Parents on Their Thirtieth Anniversary
What is a mark in time but reckoning of it?
Each anniversary carries in a small black pouch
Strapped to its belt, a slight reminder

William I. Atkinson
Sep 1, 2019
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Night Sky: Liftoff
To pause at the lip of this voiceless place
To wait at the brink of this frozen dream
And feel its dead breath seep through waiting space

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 2010
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Intergalactic
Nor glass nor stainless steel now comes between
My wide eyes and their vision steeped in sleep –
Of things that live yet live divorced ...

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 2010
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English Bay
The ships lie out on English Bay
Bright-lit like floating beacons
Vancouver with her spangled hands
And accents of exotic strands

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1982
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Sonnet: Fall
My distillate of summer, that red mane
Learned color from a dawn-exploding sun;
And smooth stream-polished pebbles of green jade
That glow..

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1980
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The Man in the Moon
The man in the moon
Slouched up through the sky
And he heaved up his shoulders
And gave such a sigh
That the stars in their spheres

William I. Atkinson
Jan 1, 1979
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A Christmas Ode
The bells split distance as the night air splits
Our breaths’ dim shadows from the forest floor,
Making of each moonlit exhalation

William I. Atkinson
Dec 24, 1973
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