Re: "Reunion Summit" / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:

Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

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Reunion Summit

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A Jalapeño pepper
in a Savannah Churches
it bit my tongue
so sweet and hot.

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I had just been transferred
from a nearby circus.
I didn't miss
what I'd never gotten.

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I was soon to be
headed to the Courthouse
for another summit.
Stone gargoyles stared
in the village green.

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I watched
daybreak approach
slowly
like clockwork.
I stared into
the crack of dawn.

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The stars were red
and the night was swampy.
I crossed through the cemetery
and heard her clicking heels
on those streets of stone.

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The constellations
seemed so foreign
observed obscure text
written in the stars.

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In the morning
sunlight
cut over an eastern hill.
At the little church
a block over from Broadway.

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The steeple of the church
framed us well
among a small group of people
as there on the steps
we burnt the document.

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She mentioned some gibberish
about how our forefathers
were free now
but still
scrounging for bread.

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Something about her spirit
deep golden and blue
her radiance
she was blonde in the sun.

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The next day
at Rockville Lumber and Supply
in the shadows of the warehouse
I was kicked back
locked down on the job.

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The electric hiss
spewing hydraulic steam
then the quiet
as it needles down on point
then the rattling
of the hammer pole.

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The shimmering
little tin valley
across the lot to the wood shop
packed over with asphalt
and white concrete.

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Watching
through
the shimmering haze
of sunlight.
Always some commotion
and the arrival
of unexpected customers.

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In the field of stone
I saw the grass
then I saw the lions
in a surreal daydream
I hallucinated a lion parade.

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The heat and the haze
was glowing
the mimosa blooms
were wilting.
Old Country tune on McLeod's radio
weeping willows
and the sad story of Ms. Kibbles.

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The holiday meeting
had gone well
I was back riding shotgun
making deliveries
in the lumber truck.

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-Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
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Boarding House
Boarding House

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The truth echoes
always and forever dead.
A brittle glow worm
got caught in the snow.

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Hugo told me
tears were going to flow.
We were watching baseball
a sad game.

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I wish it could ring out
like bells
but it is silent and still.

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It was when I was staying
at the boarding house
across from the park.

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I hated those bells
and I hated that place.
At the same time
I loved it.

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Time stood still
during those bleak days.
There was no island
no ocean.

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There's golden Heaven now
streets of gold
people embedded in gold.

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She has passed now
she had wandered in sorrow.
The constellation Leo
domicile of the sun.

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Hugo got his
that's for sure.
Now I have to sit
and wait for mine.
A sad game.

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She passed into colors
it echoed through the world.
But nobody heard it
always and forever dead.

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Splashing water
and thin tanks
in early daylight
fading constellations above.

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Lost stone city
with mud streets
out in Lee County.

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She remembered that city
that river
those friends.

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Time stood still
in my room
in that boarding house
always and forever dead.

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-Will Dockery (1993)

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From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/06/reunion-summit.html

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A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!

Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

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It is my pleasure, being the poetry lover that I am....!