Tag: Larry Smith
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Mingo Dreaming
It’s hard to be a city at night, sleeping along this big river. So much wakes youfrom slumber—mill whistles, sirens,…
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The River
And there we stoodlooking out in silenceat the great rivertoo wide to swim acrossthough some might have triedand drowned too…
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The Falls
Out my old new road, past Rocky’s junkyardoverflowing with rusty cars and barking dogs,round the bend at Ottie’s chicken farm,across…
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Giving the Finger to Mr. Death
Once a week it seemsI drive past St. Peter’s Churchand catch a parking lot full of cars.No, not for the church…
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Women’s Hair
smoke rising from a campfiredeep scent of the seasonssugar sprinkled on bread and butterfingers interlacing handsthreads woven into a scarf…
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Elvis Resurrection
By the time they pack us up again, I’m ready to move. Five years boxed, standing up in an old…