RED
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I’m just getting used to the old guys next door
They sit on the back porch
drinking and talking
I can’t decipher what they say
not understanding southern
but it’s not too different
than a murder of crows
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across the street
two fire trucks
three cop cars
and the paramedics
blue and red strobe-alicious lightning these guys like to announce their presence
Should I move my car?
Alcoholic James gives diabetic Eddie
hootch
Someone calls 911
sister June lover of cats and brother Eddie
comes in and slugs room mate James the neglectful
POW
and the cops stand bACK
a broken hand for June and Eddie’s on vacation for a night
James better hide behind that tree.
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Bella and me
sitting on the stoop
eating homemade popsicles
strawberries, yogurt and SUGAR
(a little bit)
It’s a RED car day!
counting cars
a few silver ones sneak in
but the red cars have it that day
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Poetry of Light 
Made my skin tingle :). Thank you. Also, is that your artwork? Stunning and intriguing. Cheers and hugs
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I lost the artist’s name but couldn’t resist posting it anyways…picking up bad habits, I guess. For some weird reason I haven’t deciphered yet, my self portraits are usually of my animus. This was a fun piece for me. I love my neighborhood. Fiercely diverse…just how I like it.
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trying to figure out the function of the capitalized bits… I can’t quite see what they’re doing, but I want to know. 🙂 Help me out?
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You are too funny Annette….It wasn’t calculated. I spend concentrated time with a three year old. We count cars and guess which color is coming next. One day every car was white. Magic realism is real.
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A slim slice of reality to watch float away. Very nice.>KB
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I haven’t had enough fun lately, KB…thank god my neighborhood is sweet and spicy
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each neighbourhood
smiles
different ways
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and diFFerent ways
on
diFFerent days
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fortissimo
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pianissimo
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so lovely. i hear the voice of places somewhere no one would think to romanticize…yet you have here, and so powerfully with lyrics and imagery. tony
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Slice of life, Tony. It is very sweet here. I never hear animosity… even in the more colorful moments. Your comment makes my morning! Thank you
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This, for me, is very Carveresque. I hope you don’t mind my saying so but Raymond Carver’s writing is very important to me. The short stories of course but I Iove his poetry and now also this.
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Why thank you Mark… very thought provoking in a good way! This poem was more fun writing than most. Thank you for reminding me there are more ways to solve a large puzzle. It can become habitual taking the same turns to see what’s around the corner.
I am thoroughly enjoying wandering around your blog finding small layered nuggets with the richest intensity of human flavor. Thank you for introducing me to Carver’s work. I can see why he’s important to you.
Jana
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