We Shall Overcome
Kid sitting
barefoot on
the hood of
his Nova
at sunset
strumming some
We Shall Overcome
stuff on
his guitar.
When he smiles
bugs fly
in his mouth.
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we shall overcome
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waking up on the wrong side of the bed
Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed
Sometimes I
wake up on
the wrong
side of
the bed.
I sit there
with my
feet on
the floor,
staring at
the dresser.
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vigilance
Vigilance
He died
like he
slept:
Flat on his
back with
one eye open.
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those were the days
Those Were the Days
In Florida,
a long
time ago,
young &
building
sea walls,
I learned to
water ski
with baby
alligators
strapped to
my feet.
So much
has changed
since then.
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the times they are a changing
The Times They Are a Changing
The difference
between Thoreau’s
time &
ours is
that now
people live
lives of
loud-mouth
desperation.
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these old ladies
These Old Ladies
These old ladies
I clean
windows for,
one’s 105 &
frail as
cotton candy
but still
writes her
own checks &
flirts outrageously.
The rest are
in their 90s
& the
thing they
have in
common seems
to be
what’s in &
what’s not in
their homes.
There are
no computers
cell phones &
seldom a
TV.
There are
manual typewriters
hand-cranked
Victrolas
knickknacks &
doilies &
rocking chairs
with sepia
glassed-in
photos on
the wall
behind them of
stern patriarchs
& matriarchs
with blazing
eyes &
steel backbones.
The house
we did today
when I
snapped up the
yellowed shade
behind the
brass-framed bed
a buck
& a
doe were
looking
in at me,
not a
foot from
the window.
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