quick draw contest…

quick-draw-contest

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aunt bea
pulled out an old photo
of me
all decked out
as a cowboy
complete with
a genuine cowhide
double holster
holding white
simulated
pearl
handled pistols
she
said
as i recall
you
and
your cousins
were into
tv westerns
gun smoke
hopalong cassidy
and
such
you boys
would stand out front
practicing your quick draws
producing enough noise
from those cap guns
to send
the neighborhood dogs
into a barking
frenzy
back then
you didn’t
consider
the real consequences
of carrying out
a quick draw contest
with others
how death
was the real winner
seems like
the new administration
hasn’t quite
realized
that yet
or
doesn’t care

a circle unto itself…

a-circle-unto-itself

we struggled to walk
as a child seeking freedom
so too as we age

so too as we age
midlife battles rage like when
we struggled to walk

we struggled to walk
life’s path for so many years
so too as we age

the funeral awakes…

the-funeral-awakes

each
of
the tears
that press
tight
against
your skin
is
a memory
of the life
we now
mourn
some
like youth
move quickly
from eye
to chin
others
like
a first kiss
slowly
move
from eye
to lips
salty
but
sweet
others
like
random memories
move without
true course
to the ground
falling without
a single sound
and there
they
stay
like all
who leave
the womb

the road behind me…

the-road-behind-me

i close
my eyes
and see
all the fireflies
from
my youth
fluttering
in the night sky
and
feel
times past
summer’s warm breeze
against
my skin
and
once again
hear
my mother’s voice
time to come in
and
with
one
final tear
i
open
my eyes

chitlins at christmas…

christmas-tree

aunt bea
and
i
were talking
about
how each christmas
my mom
would make
chitlins
and
though
i loved
the taste of them
with
just the right amount
of
vinegar
the
smell
when
they were cooking
was
what i imagined
hell would smell like
aunt bea
smiled
and
said
child
getting
what
you want
sometimes requires
that you
put up with
something
you don’t
enjoy

pick a side…

From CWMartin Image Collection

From CWMartin Image Collection

on thursdays
before heading
downtown
to hear some
straight ahead jazz
i swing by
aunt bea’s
as part of
the day’s
routine
this week
as i was telling her
about
my rather
frustrating day at work
frustrating
in that
i couldn’t get
the other managers
to cooperate
on a non-corporate
humanitarian project
they were all
too
busy
to get involved
so
i said
i’ll be
doing it
by myself
she just smiled
and said
i still recall
how you
and
your cousins
would practice
for hours
those quail calls
you heard
from native americans
on the old
tv westerns
even though
you knew
the indians
would
and did
lose
those scripted battles
seems like
even then
you knew
winning
wasn’t
everything
and
that
some battles
must be
fought