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From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
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Subject: Re: Mari / Will Dockery (1982 poem)
Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2024 00:39:10 +0000
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General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Mari
>
>> She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
>> blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
>> A little green hair-holder in back.
>> Her stare is blue,
>> strands of gold hair hanging.
>> We stand staring as bombs explode.
>> In the distance out by the sunset.
>> This is not really as it seems, is it?
>> This is more than a balcony,
>> and you're more than a woman.
>
>> I saw Brookwood demolished,
>> and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
>> Tasted the dust of ancient,
>> and I do remember.
>> Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
>> the flame had affected her some...
>> I saw the multicolored fire,
>> it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
>> and you're more than a woman.
>
>> I felt the softness,
>> the misty air was choking and warm.
>> Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
>> stencil writings...
>> Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
>> beneath it all.
>> The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
>> this is not really what is seems like, is it?
>> This is not more than a balcony,
>> and you're only a woman...
>
>> -Will Dockery 10-21-82
>
>> -----------------------------------------------
>
>> Found in Drafts file.
>
> One of your best, Doc...

Good evening, thanks again.