Re: Hazel's Hex / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:

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Hazel's Hex

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She holds her hand
against the glass.
Before she gets
too much memory.
This game of numbers
chances so high to lose.
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I hesitate
to call her name.
Deep humid night
sick wildflower smell.
Watch her knocking
across the Village Green
I feel a sinking inside.
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Looked into her eyes
like a night move to hold her.
But that's not possible.
Frayed pitch
I must have thought I'd tried
but I stopped way short.
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Her beauty is eternal
being weary and so wary.
Reconstruct my heart.
Or something like
revisionist memory
since it was nothing
but scrambled dogs and
chitter-chat.
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-Will Dockery

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More of my life transformed into poetry/art.

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Found in my Drafts file...

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Simply outstanding poetry.....