Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

-Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
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Boarding House
Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lost stone city
with mud streets
out in Lee County.

She remembered that city
that river
those friends.

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

-Will Dockery (1993)

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

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> 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.

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

> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
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> Boarding House
> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> Lost stone city
> with mud streets
> out in Lee County.

> She remembered that city
> that river
> those friends.

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

> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> 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.

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

>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>> Email This
>> BlogThis!
>> Share to Twitter
>> Share to Facebook
>> Share to Pinterest
>> Boarding House
>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> Lost stone city
>> with mud streets
>> out in Lee County.

>> She remembered that city
>> that river
>> those friends.

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

>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> 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.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>> Email This
>>> BlogThis!
>>> Share to Twitter
>>> Share to Facebook
>>> Share to Pinterest
>>> Boarding House
>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> Lost stone city
>>> with mud streets
>>> out in Lee County.

>>> She remembered that city
>>> that river
>>> those friends.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
> Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

> 🙂

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

On Saturday, September 10, 2022 at 6:28:09 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Reunion Summit
>
> A Jalapeño pepper
> in a Savannah Churches
> it bit my tongue
> so sweet and hot.

Spelled Church's wrong, you moron.
Also peppers don't bite.

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

What the blankety-blank is that supposed to mean?

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

Stop writing this bullshit while high.
Lay off the Nyquil, unless you want to drink the entire bottle, which is perfectly okay with me.
I'd prefer you die in a fire, but overdose sounds just as good. Dumbass.

= snip the rest because I just couldn't stomach any further

On Wednesday, September 21, 2022 at 5:00:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >>> -Will Dockery (1993)
>
> >>> ----------------------------------
> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/06/reunion-summit.html
>
> >> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
> > Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.
>
> > 🙂
> It is my pleasure, being the poetry lover that I am....!

Then why do you troll so much in this newsgroup?

Family Guy wrote:

> On Wednesday, September 21, 2022 at 5:00:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery (1993)
>>
>> >>> ----------------------------------
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/06/reunion-summit.html
>>
>> >> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
>> > Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.
>>
>> > 🙂
>> It is my pleasure, being the poetry lover that I am....!

> Then why do you troll so much in this newsgroup?

Look at that DINK... who has been trolling here every day for 20 years...!

Zod wrote:

> Family Guy wrote:

>> On Wednesday, September 21, 2022 at 5:00:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> >>> -Will Dockery (1993)
>>>
>>> >>> ----------------------------------
>>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/06/reunion-summit.html
>>>
>>> >> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
>>> > Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.
>>>
>>> > 🙂
>>> It is my pleasure, being the poetry lover that I am....!

>> Then why do you troll so much in this newsgroup?

> Look at that DINK... who has been trolling here every day for 20 years...!

That little midget isn't even worth discussing.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> 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.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>> Email This
>>> BlogThis!
>>> Share to Twitter
>>> Share to Facebook
>>> Share to Pinterest
>>> Boarding House
>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> Lost stone city
>>> with mud streets
>>> out in Lee County.

>>> She remembered that city
>>> that river
>>> those friends.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
> Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

> 🙂

Good day and you are welcome.....

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> 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.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>>> Email This
>>>> BlogThis!
>>>> Share to Twitter
>>>> Share to Facebook
>>>> Share to Pinterest
>>>> Boarding House
>>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> Lost stone city
>>>> with mud streets
>>>> out in Lee County.

>>>> She remembered that city
>>>> that river
>>>> those friends.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>>> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
>> Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

>>

> Good day and you are welcome.....

Good afternoon, Zod. I hope you and Mike are doing well.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> 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.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>> Email This
>>> BlogThis!
>>> Share to Twitter
>>> Share to Facebook
>>> Share to Pinterest
>>> Boarding House
>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> Lost stone city
>>> with mud streets
>>> out in Lee County.

>>> She remembered that city
>>> that river
>>> those friends.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
> Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

> 🙂

Hi hi and good DAY....

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> 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.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>>> Email This
>>>> BlogThis!
>>>> Share to Twitter
>>>> Share to Facebook
>>>> Share to Pinterest
>>>> Boarding House
>>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> Lost stone city
>>>> with mud streets
>>>> out in Lee County.

>>>> She remembered that city
>>>> that river
>>>> those friends.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>>> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!
>> Thanks for reading and commenting, my friend.

>>

> Hi hi and good DAY....

Hello there, Zod, I hope you and Mike are having a great weekend.

Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> 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.

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

>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>> Email This
>> BlogThis!
>> Share to Twitter
>> Share to Facebook
>> Share to Pinterest
>> Boarding House
>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> Lost stone city
>> with mud streets
>> out in Lee County.

>> She remembered that city
>> that river
>> those friends.

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

>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

> A somewhat excellent poem, Doc....!

Thanks again for the nod, General Zod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> 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.

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

> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
> Email This
> BlogThis!
> Share to Twitter
> Share to Facebook
> Share to Pinterest
> Boarding House
> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> Lost stone city
> with mud streets
> out in Lee County.

> She remembered that city
> that river
> those friends.

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

> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

Another read... quite good... yo...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> 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.

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

>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>> Email This
>> BlogThis!
>> Share to Twitter
>> Share to Facebook
>> Share to Pinterest
>> Boarding House
>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> Lost stone city
>> with mud streets
>> out in Lee County.

>> She remembered that city
>> that river
>> those friends.

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

>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

> Another read... quite good... yo...

Good afternoon, thanks again.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> 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.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>> Email This
>>> BlogThis!
>>> Share to Twitter
>>> Share to Facebook
>>> Share to Pinterest
>>> Boarding House
>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>> Lost stone city
>>> with mud streets
>>> out in Lee County.

>>> She remembered that city
>>> that river
>>> those friends.

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

>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>> Another read... quite good... yo...

> Good afternoon, thanks again.

Another bona fide modern day classic fro you, Doc...

That is all.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>>> Reunion Summit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> 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.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (Summer 1981)
>>>> at June 29, 2021 No comments:
>>>> Email This
>>>> BlogThis!
>>>> Share to Twitter
>>>> Share to Facebook
>>>> Share to Pinterest
>>>> Boarding House
>>>> Boarding House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>>> Lost stone city
>>>> with mud streets
>>>> out in Lee County.

>>>> She remembered that city
>>>> that river
>>>> those friends.

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

>>>> -Will Dockery (1993)

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

>>> Another read... quite good... yo...

>> Good afternoon, thanks again.

> Another bona fide modern day classic fro you, Doc...

> That is all.

Good morning again and thanks again for the nod my friend.

:)