Re: "Rain Dancing With Sherry" / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:
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Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

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On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 10:40:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:

Michael Pendragon wrote:
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On Thursday, December 22, 2022 at 5:15:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery

wrote:

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Rain Dancing With Sherry
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The rain was frozen slush
covering my windshield.
We were stopped
at a red light.
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We were on the way
to the Medical Center
to see a friend
who had been injured or sick.
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I was tuned in to that
snip-snap sound
of the windshield wipers
imagining a secret poem.
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After the visit
we sat in the hospital cafeteria.
I was watching her eat some soup
watching the colors
shifting in Sherry's eyes.
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I had flown with the pagans
read poetry to the apes.
Now I had run out of space
with a Sand Witch on an island.
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This last little bunch
is all memory.
What follows here now
is later in the story.
Narrating fragments of
an ever changing present.
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Sherry looked ravishing
in her candy striped t-shirt
and snug denim jacket.
It was no longer jail bait with her
not so long ago it was.
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I remember Sherry sitting
under a tree with me.
With an umbrella
like we were in some water world.
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And later
on that arid little hill
behind Carver High School
where I first met her.
Stoned and repeating her name
while she couldn't
seem to answer.
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I had seen her there
looking so sad
wandering down that hillside.
Life went on and so did we
I didn't see her again
after that
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Back in the present
three years later
time for another rain dance.
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As she sipped her soup
I took note of her chestnut hair
and spooky green eyes.
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Around us
I could hear talk of the rain
everyone talking about the rain.
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-Will Dockery / October 1981
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From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
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https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-dancing-with-sherry.html
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How many times

Thanks for reading and whining, Pendragon.

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"We were on the way
to the Medical Center
to see a friend
who had been injured or sick."

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Or something.  Anyway, he was in the hospital, so something must have
been wrong with him.

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But what did you care?  You were too busy getting stoned and thinking
about getting laid.

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Some friend.

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"Don't mistake the speaker of the poem with the writer of the poem."
-Karla Rogers

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Karla R. is such a wise lady..!