dcmarti1 Posted April 29, 2019 Share Posted April 29, 2019 "Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance." Robert Frost Misty and mystic coastline of Yorktown, Hurried harum-scarum of Jamestown, Shallow and trifling facades of Williamsburg, The winding Appomattox, all a bit too far from Norfolk With Liberty only on Sunday. An actual record and tape store, whose name I can no longer even attempt to query, Two apartments with the same problem: Addresses irretrievable from any search engine When even the unit numbers are forgotten. A grey lady with a man's name, Reticent, taciturn, moored while Iran CONTRA Unmasked itself in the city of my future, Would become the forge of my Mandala, Would become the shame of my existence. In Virginia, I lusted after a man And was rebuffed; In Virginia, I loved A man and was unrequited. In Virginia, I had my first taste of Spoon bread, scrapple, and fried eggs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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