A Poem

Summer Ex Dreams

A summer of extremes cancels everythingYour return to the American southYour disillusionment with microbreweries Your unattended garden  Late afternoon, we observe women, skirts tied in knots to their waistssquatting, digging for mussels and seashells& I say these beaches are mere flat waters that consumequiet anger crushing against the empty horizon A dog barking up the crowded beachhas …

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Anywhere, but Here!

I want to be busy,not like my grandfatherwho died in his patriotic shoesI want to sell discount furniturein a rough neighborhood in Raleigh& when the lonely sun goes to sleep,                                          return to my shack where I will readread & look at geraniums until I fall asleep Oh, come back long walks! Oh, come back intimate talks! …

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