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nicholson (Free verse) by ay deee
sunday night story time
with wild live oak sprawled out above
cintronella scent
bags of chips
and sausage
the ladder and the railing
were not built to last through the evening
we laugh and pass the joke torch
a new way
egg day:
my mother was twenty eight
when i was born
so that makes me
fifty one
how old was your mother when you were born?
inside is cooler
dorm life
style refrigerator
coffee for everyone
the floors were improperly finished
but shiny
and when the conversations with people are all full
i listen to the house
the framed photographs on the wall in the hallway
look like they were set up
to portray the rich life of four children
baton rouge
new orleans
lincoln
omaha
miami
michigan
kentucky
san diego
according to clark
i survived the worst
of summer that louisiana had to offer
i can hang but
i'll probably miss the snow
bedtime is nine
unless there's something special going on
the live oaks grow near each other
but don't crowd each other
under here there's lots of good shade
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