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are there any banjos left in Alabama?

June 21, 2011

wave after shimmering wave,

like heat, like surf


clustering forces collecting like clouds,

to ruminate and consider

the most tangential buffeting


muttering to self: stay the course.

melt the butter, prepare the eggs, shine the shoes.

dragons fly up the walls, which turn so easily

to sky.

I will catch one and ride,

ride the shimmering waves, ride the sky,

and when safely free I will let out a whoop and a cry

coming from (Alabama) with a (banjo) on my knee

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