Tuesday, May 19, 2015

North Carolina

road pastor's sermon -
locusts, moses, commandments -
rocky mount exit
(5-10)





refined aloofness –
she walks by th’construction zones
‘n th’golden triangle
(3-17)






'bout back to lejeune,
after th'short leave over th'fourth,
but stopped for a drink
(10-08)








dallas t’car’lina
drove a thousand miles t’be sure
t’start th’nascar season(4-17)







okracoke ferry,
pounded by rains – he wonders
if they speak english
(7-16)





what would buddha do
sticker stuck on duck beach van -
drifter peels it off
(5-10)








tour boats on th’cape fear
she looks across at a life
far more idyllic
(11-15)







a-t hiker wants
post box – fly on th’hole ‘n th’screen
chooses th’pisgah woods
(2-16)








badly needed bath
with th’trail hikers – he finds out
th’river’s called th’french broad
(10-15)









lumberton exit –
wanted th’east coast ‘n th’good weather,
he’s so far from both
(3-17)







fly through hole in screen -
have post boxes here in kyle?
"fahn thank you how're you?"
(8-05)







outside wilmington
girl explains to soldier, ways
of venus flytrap

(3-10)









rain pounds outer banks,
vacation becomes card game-
motel, belowdecks...
(7-05)








hurricane’s closed th’roads
‘n’ they ain’t seen’m – moved t’ th’outer banks
t’drink ‘n’ be left alone
(10-16)






rolls a cigarette,
inhales humid blue feeling
of winston-salem
(5-10)









o'coker's brogue - she'll
tell tourists about blackbeard
n'hoi toide all summer
(5-10)







tourists 'v'all cleared out,
got this choppy sound t'ourselves -
okracoke ferry
(5-10)







hendersonville lad,
skipped school t’come t’story fest, ‘n’ learn
t’stretch th’truth a little
(10-16)








charlotte waitress claims,
calls ev’ryone y’all – d’y’all want
th’pumpkin pie or not?
(12-16)






from clingman’s dome, th’fog
th’colors just ‘bout at their peak
‘neath th’misty blanket
(3-17)







nags head ocean squall –
th’small kitchen gets a bit cramped,
even with th’smell ‘f sage
(8-16)







rest stop, up th’smokies,
th’colors’ve come down th’ridge – th’coffee’s
for th’long hitch out west
(11-15)





‘cross th’smokies westbound,
way up here, snow already
s’pose y’all’re used to it
(3-17)






charlotte bellringer
spent thirty years ‘n th’middle east,
this cold fog feels good
(11-15)









raleigh ‘t christmastime
truck driver just in from th’coast,
suddenly starts t’sing
(12-16)





rocky mount trucker –
warm cab, cig’rette, salvation,
f’r th’wayfaring stranger
(10-16)






rain pounds th’outer banks
winter ‘f impassable roads,
he’ll drink himself t’death
(1-15)








cape fear beachcomber -
knows where and when each ship sank,
many winters back
(5-10)








light snow dusts raleigh,
traffic slows to fearful crawl -
now hear my footsteps
(5-10)










"should stop trav'ling," she
says, "'n' settle down along th'shore..."
lent'n rains pound nag's head
(5-10)








waiting in franklin
march snow, a-t hikers pounce
on diner placemats
(1-07)






follows th’tar heels ‘round,
drinking’m up after th’games – ‘nough
just t’be ‘n their shadow
(12-16)









turned against th’tar heels
th’bask’tball’s good, but th’drunken fans,
th’nights go on f’rever
(11-15)








cold spring rain and fog
hide smokies from clingman's dome -
a hazy kingdom
(1-07)









ways ‘f th’venus flytrap,
th’sticky sweetness – this soldier
won’t make it t’fort bragg
(11-16)








gentle wind on beach,
uplifting sense of hist'ry -
kitty hawk in spring
(5-10)






charlotte waitress, spring
rains - if she'd meant th'four hikers,
she'd've said 'all of y'all'
(12-14)






creative spirit –
strength and renewal, may breeze,
lejeune welcome signs
(1-15)











her kids picked th’colors –
homemade sign, lejeune spring breeze
he’s on his way home
(10-15)







spring rain, piney green
busy with kids, but worried
about what he’s seen
(10-15)






loyalty’s reward –
hope road flow’rs, fine wife, ‘n’ th’baby
who’s never seen him
(10-15)


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th’soldier’s youngest son,
in th’spring breeze ‘t lejeune, carries
th’most creative ‘f signs(3-17)






grits, eggs, ‘n’ some coffee,
may drizzle, winston salem
life’s not ‘s bad ‘s she says
(3-17)




vine ‘f th’morning glory
durham gard’ner likes th’purple,
but ‘s strangling th’cosmos
(10-16)




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kill devil hills kid,
last day ‘f school, throws th’driftwood
far ‘s he can, out t’sea
(3-17)





came back down t'raleigh,
brought her a fresh bouquet of
her neighbor's dogwoods
(12-13)

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