Re: Twelve Efforts / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:
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Victor H. wrote:

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Will Dockery wrote:

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Twelve Efforts
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Come along now
come along.
Come along now
go slowly.
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Now
we are like stone figures
setting a place
in history.
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We had one shot
to get out of
Cabbage Town
on crutches in the sand.
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Still dancing
under electric skies.
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Old Scratch
kept it all
within reason.
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Exit
step back.
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Let the street side
melodrama play out.
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I must have been
on a bland ego trip.
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What task was I
set up for next?
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He was displayed
sitting with the crowd,
like a stranger
in an even stranger land.
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That Summer
left me feeling young
and I was young.
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I had
more notches to carve.
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Jump cut back
to Springtime.
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The refreshing wind
when I tried to hide.
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It was
morning in America
all the way.
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so we took it back
to the start.
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Throw in some
Rolling Stones machismo
or a touch of Brando.
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Like a jungle adventure
taken from my era
took a moment
to come to realize.
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To last
through
twelve efforts
weed thoughts
sure do
tax my mind.
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That will be an effort
we were
like the lost ones
leading the blind.
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Doomed us every day
Shiver's bird
was tossed.
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She could have been
someone's mother
but she sure was dosed.
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I was with Rita
who was one of my
favorite flames.
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Up on the hill
with her breakfast coffee.
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Sure loved the way
she played
the numbers games.
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We do not know
where he went
not even his brother
had a clue.
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We don't know
where he went.
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All up in alms
repeat the 23rd Psalms.
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All this great crass
rejuvenating effort
making a last
slightly late retort.
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All of us
laughing
down the avenue.
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In that humid
spaced out
Summer of 1982.
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Hercules Shiver
you were right
this is true.
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Auto writing
for the myth
from the muse.
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I made it just along the trail
court and spark
on a Saturday afternoon.
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As the world sleeps
nothing seems
to be moving.
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But that would
have to be
incorrect.
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I have not decided
if you are real
or just a figment
from a fever dream.
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With wind
from the East
and a chill
not right for June.
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The night shines
and the torch lamp
glows
out there
down the hill.
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Will you prefer
a lucky gnome
who was
not so sentimental?
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-Will Dockery / June 12 2020

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Revisiting old fave as I sit at side of river fishing....

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Good morning my friend and thanks again for reading and commenting.

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🙂

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Indeed it is my pleasure as a poetry lover...