Dreamboat Annies

Windswept through adolescent anomie

Trying to find a place to take root

an identity to shelter me

No clue what I wanted

only this-

Someone to want me

To be diaphanous

desirable

To be a Stevie or

a Dreamboat Annie

I listened to the music like a disciple

and though I couldn't play a note

I wanted to join the band.

my friend and I in a lame attempt to be Ann and Nancy

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Forgotten Roads

Big Sky Road by Ella Wilson

You love to walk the forgotten roads,

the ones with weedy, overgrown shoulders

and missing road signs,

orphaned roads

that let you turn down the volume

on the clatter and chatter,

 feel the earth under your feet

and watch cloud shapes coalesce above.

Forgotten roads

let you take time

to remember

your name.

They don't hurry you

to get anywhere;

they honor you

right where you are.

Even as the milky clouds 

grow ashen and somber,

you walk.

You walk 

as raindrops tease,

then course down in a cavalry of wet.

In the petrichor

you smell the birth of another chance

and feel yourself

cleansed of artifice,

shining like a new penny

on the asphalt.

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Walk On the Ocean

Lavallette beach, NJ

Slate grey sea, wet sand

Footprints beside seagull tracks

Jagged shells, smooth stones

My soul holds abundant calm

Hand in hand, lacking nothing.

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Receiving Communion

Sometimes you don't notice a thing

until you feel the lack

I never felt like a Jew

until I was the only one around

in a small South Carolina town

My speech became a foreign tongue

my holidays unacknowledged

my religion suspect

my food nowhere

Shared memories

shared recipes

shared experiences

vanished like the 'g's on the ends of words

On a visit home they returned

as I opened the front door

Enveloped in thick, fragrant air

a big shiny pot atop the stove

slowly simmering golden heaven

Parting lips anticipated warm luscious liquid kisses

a soupçon of salt

to keep it interesting

and more...

fluffy white clouds succumbed to my spoon

little round angels in heaven's tub

I swallowed the whole show

This was my communion

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