the kids are playing in
man-made saltwater, shouting
at the top of their lungs
one gasps and yells in a voice
almost like yours
I stop what I am doing
to listen to your imposter
begging the other children to
follow her lead
she has cotton for an explanation
packed in her gums
she’s muffled now
I no longer hear you
I wonder if you’re grilling
if you’ve pulled out charcoal
fired up your favorite heavy duty
Bull Bison
and mixed in some memories of
us along with a few stubborn
embers
I miss talking to you
miss wondering what the day
gifted at its end
if you succeeded or failed
in court
I never understood a judge
or jury that decided against you
didn’t they know you
had the best arguments?
like firecrackers on the
Fourth of July
popping for no one in particular
begging the world to take
their side
just like that little girl
with your voice in man-made saltwater
urging a crowd of her peers
to follow her nowhere
Beautiful words, Tre. So touching.
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Hello, Mountain Mover. Thank you. 💙
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there is always so much to find in your words, spoken or not, between the spaces but always a good tale that gets my mind pondering, and often understanding from my own point of the situation 🙂 another beautiful piece my friend.
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Thank you, Kim. I truly appreciate that.
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i sighed at these lines “fired up your favorite heavy duty / Bull Bison / and mixed in some memories of / us along with a few stubborn / embers”. beautiful beautiful words, tre!
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Powerful imagery, Tre. Such a nostalgic piece.
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Thank you, love. 💙 You’re playing catchup. Happy Sunday, beautiful one.
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You’re welcome. Happy Sunday to you too, my friend!
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*bows in acceptance* Thank you.
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The imagery here is so good. You tell such a good story, with what you say and what you don’t. I so admire your work trE. You have a real gift
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Thank you, Deb. I am always appreciative of your kind words. Always. ❤
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Great writing. Very evocative .
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Thank you, Mark. I appreciate that, more than you know.
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You are most welcome.
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I’ve long-lost friends I miss too (presuming this is a friend of yours 🙂 ). I like this one Tre xo
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💙
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Great poem! The last two stanzas were my favorite– the imagery was intense. “like fireworks on the/Fourth of July/popping for no one in particular.”
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Thank you for reading and your comment too.
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