May 21, 2005 08:49
Mom's packing, while sis
might build a home here.
Dad's plans I can't fathom.
He grows tomatos in the back yard.
Ages, but speaks words of love to me
now.
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I didn't drive enough miles last week.
2000 brought me here, corpus, the graveyard.
How many more to carry me far enough away
from the grooved fields, dark and plowed to
bury memories. The years required for forgiveness
can't pass in sullen stillness, rocking armchair
nodding to a television. I've got to be moving now.
Take a long ride to find out how empty I really am.
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I shot guns, in vietnam tx.
with the vets, .45 in hand.
They've got a club, a joint,
dropped in a jungle of oak
and mesquite. No ringing cry of death
here though. Just the boys, the beers.