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From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
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Subject: Re: Apple Montage / Will Dockery (revised)
Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2025 00:36:09 +0000
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General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Apple Montage
>
>> Sneaking around
>> with Cousin Jenny,
>> smoking menthol
>> beyond the sheds.
>
>> Late summer vacation 1973
>> in the backwoods of Tennessee.
>
>> To the right
>> behind the barn
>> were apple trees.
>
>> There were several
>> of those trees
>> and other trees
>> behind them
>> beyond a field
>> and behind them, other trees.
>
>> Later, I stood near
>> as a crowd
>> watched Pops and my Uncle
>> cooking apple butter;
>> stirring the brown gunk,
>> boiling in a huge black kettle.
>
>> I saw my father
>> secretly pass
>> a wine bottle
>> to my Uncle Clarence.
>
>> I went from
>> breathing cold mist
>> out back behind the barn,
>> to breathing
>> the hot misty steam.
>
>> The air smelled of apple fumes
>> and strong booze.
>
>> -Will Dockery
>
>> ***
>
>> Revised and updated June 2023 for the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/?m=1
>
> One of best...

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