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Covered Bridge, Thomaston, GA

The feet, the wheels, the wagons that came through here
Can still be heard by those with ears to hear
The covering protects their holy mem’ries
Enabling them, perhaps, to reappear

The days are gone when everything was covered
The elements of life are on us all
And every move we make is tracked and charted
To be retrieved when we’ve gone past the wall

A Few Painful Truths

If you are under-challenged
You’ll be called hyperactive

It’s easy to be virtuous
When you are unattractive

When girls think boys are all the same
That’s what they’re sure to find

Since eyes point out instead of in
We’re, all of us, self-blind

Warning: People’s Feelings May Be More Important Than They Appear

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Adolescent fantasies?
You say that with a sneer
I’m guessing you don’t know
How gangs arise

For anyone of any age
One thing is very clear
Treat feelings soberly
Or pay the price

1928 Store Window

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Atwater Kent Radio Equipment Display

A woman I know is ninety-two
When she was six years old
Living in Georgia
The window display above was being seen
In New York City

For the well-to-do
Far from the rural life of the south
Dreams of a wired future
Were on display

Pooley cabinets, normal cabinets
Models 30, 32 and 35
With and without H horns
Were the absolute leading edge of technology

Things far too primitive for us rural-dwellers now
Were once the height
Of urban sophistication

Where There Are No Signs

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To drive where I have never been
Without a map or GPS
To find myself on a hidden road
 In some forgotten mountain pass

To skirt the bad times of my life
To glide right by my worst mistakes
To speed to reach my ego’s height
To race downhill without my brakes

To have my thoughts, just like the road
Twist high and low and round and round
To go to where there are no signs
To find whatever can be found

There’s No Accounting For Inspiration

Superman and Cheshire Cat

This is the sight in front of me
Each time I write a poem;
That’s Superman and Cheshire Cat,
But — you already know ’em.

They’ve helped me write three hundred times,
The last time that I checked –
Each time we knock one out, we drink
A cold Doctors-Select.

Now inspiration comes
In many different ways, I feel;
I happen to get most of mine
From Ches, and Man of Steel

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