Over the rise, past the cemetery,
through the orange grove in bloom,
on the Sunday morning side of the barn,
the old rusted car your uncle drove,
weeds through the floor board,
cracks in the wheel knob,
heaven’s own smell,
the slowest kind
of smoke.“Heaven’s Own Smell”
Recently Banned Literature, May 21, 2014
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Crazy Old Widow
The crazy old widow
keeps a vineyard
of gnarled
old men
arms
with bark
shaggy and grim
and grapes for eyes
the dust is in
across the road
where barn boards ken
spiders’ beards
and lizards’
breath
and state their case
as best they can
in the least
of wind
one match
would do her in
one mad dash
with a frying pan
and the widow’s grin
would flare up
again
and scorch us
all to hell
Recently Banned Literature, April 15, 2014
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Categories: Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Memory, Poems, The San Joaquin Valley, Poetry, Smoke, Cemeteries, Barns, Heaven, Oranges, Vineyards
