Buyer's RemorseBUYER' REMORSE (Poetry) 2018
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Wild Magic
We were hot pants,
hip huggers, purple velvet “Smoke on the Water and Fire in the Sky” We were truants changing into jeans and cropped t-shirts in the copse of dogwoods in Mort Jacobs Park slathering on Coppertone making our way thumbs out to Northwest Plaza in the heat in the humidity to splash in fountains push strange boys to the brink their scent Gandalf and Aragorn and Ent We were junior high, we could have said no: babies, drinking, drugs; we could have all gone on to high school, our counselors advising us on colleges, SATs, student loans, someone somewhere could have commented, shown us a way out of our bruises, broken psyches, bad choices Instead of light grey Mourning Doves our soft calls laments we could have all become Fire-tufted Barbets our striking plumage green with bits of red, blue and yellow our voices the spirited song of cicadas |