> Will Dockery wrote:
> Some Superstitious Morning
>
> Some morning
> it will be all right.
>
> Some mornings
> it still seems
> like pitch black night.
>
> To see my beloved
> almost in pirouette
> down the side walked street
> we were then in reality.
>
> To begin this poem
> maybe a section
> on the stashed away
> silver dollars.
>
> How there could have been'
> so many'
> is surprising.
>
> But in 1979 money
> many different perspectives
> could be observed.
>
> I can remember
> before they built
> all the
> old folks' homes
> along there.
>
> We'd cut down
> the hill
> for groceries.
>
> Or a gallon of beer
> from
> Little Brown Jug.
>
> There was
> a big pile of dirt ad gravel
> there on the empty lot.
>
> I remember her
> sitting on it
> proudly posed and aware.
>
> They are looking for her
> one dark morning
> as she wandered in the snow
> singing a bristly melody.
>
> We were there
> now we
> simply look back.
>
> From a Cloud Coo Coo Land
> to that
> undiscovered country.
>
> We are of the future
> we are
> the dead.
>
> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> ----------------------------------------------
> Re-posted for c & c for the re-write, with a point-by-point
> response to the critique by Pendragon included.

Another poem that I nearly forgot about, definitely going in the
Shadowville Mythos collection.

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