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on the move, south
mother with
crushing sadness
worse in winter
loving the warm sand and gentle breezes
palm bay
me, two, sitting on the john
somewhere south of the mason-dixon line
feet dangling
huge palmetto bug
crawling across the floor towards me
help.
father playing fiddle and
us dancing and hooting
before we open our gift
closing the circle for one moment
against the darkness of addiction and suffering.
wrapped up in my nest
'52 Buick monster car
expansive back window becomes an opening to the world
watching the trees, rocks, trucks go sailing by
outside this makeshift cocoon
the Other is large and beckoning and fearful.
flickr photostream: R. B. Boyer
I watch the stars and the moon for signs
hoping that that radio-fed Rapture won't take my mother and
let the car run into a tree
pretty sure neither I nor my father will be among the raptured
not sure I want to be
some things haven't changed.
These third kind of memories--not good, not bad, just mine
set the stage for finding the middle way for this middle child.
On this Thanksgiving and my 54th birthday
gratitude flows for the life uncommon.
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