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From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
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Subject: Re: "Reunion Summit" / Will Dockery
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2025 06:52:38 +0000
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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)
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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
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