Friday, July 11, 2014

girl from durham county

                          tawny olive skin enveloped her attenuated profile
                          one windy day in May as
                          "Black Velvet" radiated from sea-foam green
                           convertible windows
                           parked off the carpeted Appalachian freeway
                           peering out onto Meadowmont Village
                          one Chapel Hill afternoon
                          years ago, I recall
                          southern hair spread out
                          'cross breeze driven Carolinian skies
                          crisp evergreen incantations
                          reverberated throughout
                          back cottonwoods
                          filled with blackjack trees
                          tinseled in seaweed brine
                          hung like Raleigh county mistletoe
                          decades ago
                          we kissed
                          below
                       
                          What a pair of
                          maple eyes
                          that tranquil evening
                          I plunged myself deep within
                          the incurable marrow of her being
                          celestial firmaments opened wide above
                          our youths arboreal spectrum
                          water colored skylines
                          suggested
                          terrestrial undertones
                         somewhere along eastern ocean perimeters
                          I threw my seed down
                          she
                          initially attended UNC
                          at the cusp of the technological millennium
                          much later on
                          misplaced herself
                          somewhere
                          between
                          viridescent briers of her
                          step forefathers
                          whom
                          tarheeled and feathered her
                          one early morn outside
                          the local abortion clinic
                          oh well
                          we were young
                           then
                         

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