My Carolina Days

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Joy was my best friend, ever
A passionate Southern accent
Kind, though
Clear blue eyes and a reliable car
“Clutch,”
It’s a compliment
The only one who came through
Who showed up
I hope her boyfriend made things right
There was nothing he was doing
More important than Joy

Joy told me the best joke
An immature, juvenile joke
The kind you still giggle about at 50
Maybe less a joke than advice
“Shave your butt and walk backwards”
It’s a compliment
That you made someone laugh
Especially at them-self
There’s not enough of us doing that
These days
I want to laugh with Joy again

Be the Giant

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Will you mind, God
If I slam the door
On the life before
Will your ears think me discourteous
Given the paths you let me trod?

I’ve such grasping hands
Wrapped ’round the doorknob
Brass-cold but so familiar
I must let it patina, I know
And find my way to other lands

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Genesis 1

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If it was not what you wanted
Foggy-blue ripples
Distorted reflections
Protracted pursuit since The fall

Flowers throughout shall be proof

It was that which you most needed
Crystalline Voice
Clearest bright eyes
Checkered Flag after all

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Each Of These

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From the dusty nearby corner
An isosceles scrap-wood of a thing
Unintentional it seems
Crammed in its acute condition
‘neath the uneven crack
The lumbering, commercial door
Drafty on cold days
Chipped-paint, metallic creak reminding
Facilitating
Nothing more than standard deliveries
9-5, Monday through Friday
Plus angry employees
No special deliveries here
Only sweat and swear-word tears
I am

Motif

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Soft elbows have always been
Part of the body I live in

It means I can’t deflect cruelty
Off any sharp angles on me

For there are none, not one
The effects, I have absorbed them

I am the same as then
The rosette of a girl I’ve always been

My freshly shampooed hair, towel-wrapped
Willingly given to cover a friends’ back

The harsh temps will have not changed me
Soft elbows I will always be

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Inland

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This skin likes the morning light
The way the Sun sounds
When all’s alright
I wonder what hour the tides tend to turn
When adrenaline’s glow
Becomes exhaustion’s yearn

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Our Only Company

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How
Are you handling this
The noise, increasing, asks

I long ago learned to shut up
I can only answer
I meme

Picking up each piece of all that falls
The thousands of them
While the fluorescent hums

I will stay
I will stay
He needs me

The sounds rise
Echo and pin-ball bounce
Through the hollow