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any more questions?
by Charlie Morganexpecting the day to darken, any minute now;
i whittle on the Court House restroom steps,
restrooms with signs reading: WHITE ONLY.
14 and Diana had different stars behind her;
and a wonderworks of aqueous humor in her eyes,
deep blue that fanned-out. Biology was paying-off.
USSR or China were the Soothsayers in our Propaganda.
as the days of yore and Robin Hood filled me and dreams,
still i had tomorrow to get to safely and successfully.
i hate and love on days of the week that end in Y;
the scenery is rolling by on a kinetoscope, full of roses;
i'm rounding the sloped ascent, leaning in for safety.
i tag this one and move on; no longer foolishy pondering
a yesterday's couldas and all tomorrow's what-ifs.
i now use Lego blocks for my castles. started a bridge to the Moon
02/21/2011 Author's Note: ...how a person comes to "be" [any given age] is a direct result of a mystery[ i call Jesus] and association/learning. so just playing with how i'm changing in the retirement years
Posted on 02/21/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/23/11 at 05:40 PM Each line of this lets me pause and settle in deeper, takes me back to 14 and before, takes me to peek at that bridge you're building. With Lego you can go anywhere, Charlie - if you can't build it, your grandson will show you how! Thanks. |
| Posted by Joe David on 02/24/11 at 05:03 AM well done. can't see you've lost any edge at all. especially like the lines
"i tag this one and move on; no longer foolishy pondering a yesterday's couldas and all tomorrow's what-ifs."
damned if that ain't genius. even if you cant spell foolishly. didn't need the authors note but was grateful for the the confirmation. how's the bridge coming?
ps - goldthwaite courthouse didn't have no sign, but only because there weren't any black folks to warn off. mores the pity - the diversity would have been nice, but i was not aware enough to know that. you don't know what you don't know. |
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