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fences
by Charlie Morganfence post sprouting twigs,
trying to re-marry mama, cry
for the teat is saw-dried.
laves of sunlight broil
the new mexico dry-lands.
centuries pass, hills change their attire;
silos for studios, hippies traded places
with sweating, smiling chapped vaqueros.
virgin ground, horse hooves a neighbor.
land chewed by the plow, seeded. started.
giving birth to hugs for the new generation.
elephant ears lining a barefoot oldmaid's
lush flower garden, her universal love
a tam's tip to the Heavens and God.
the morning sun takes it's evening rest
she putters around; the soap operas wane.
mimi is mama; bonnet, her wisdom of years.
10/04/2007 Posted on 10/04/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/04/07 at 04:19 PM You have an eye for detail and know that things change but the more they change the more they stay the same. Nicely written. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/04/07 at 06:37 PM Fences flows and floats, it flowers off the tongue like the little flill that suckles honey from a window sill, telling a tale in the wind of its sail. Marvel each whit of word, yours. |
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