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From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
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Subject: Re: Apple Montage / Will Dockery
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2024 08:41:28 +0000
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General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> General-Zod 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
>
>>> For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
>
>
>> Good evening
>
> How'd do Doc...?

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