Erren Kelly
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Birch Trees…
after the painting by Donna Matthieu
Never swung on birch trees
as a boy
my wildlife was dodging
cars out in the streets
the only black bears i saw
were the ones at the zoo
or on television
on nature shows
at 31, i went to maine
for the first time
and stood next to a birch tree
that was also the first time
wicked cold touched my
body like a razor
i also touched a woman's breast
for the first time. It was as
white as a birch tree
i expected the experience
to be magical
i swung around the birch tree
making time rewind
back to when i was a boy
an old sage my mama
told me about when i was
a kid said it best
" one could do worst than be
a swinger of birches..."
Bird Nest..
After The Photograph By Alexis Doshas
Summers, I spent riding
The roller coaster at funtown in saco, maine
It was all wood, the last of its kind
I had my first lobster as well
Summer of 98, I took to new england
Like a foreign country
My first time far away from home
I joked you could walk the streets
For days before you saw another
Black face
You had only seen black people on tv
But we walked the streets
Like everyone else
Bottles of wine illuminated our moments
you said you didn't care what people
Did, as long as it wasn't in your bed
I didn't think girls stood as tall as you
You lay like an artist's model
On the couch, on summer days
With nothing on but the radio
I spent all winter lifting weights,
It was worth it, just to pick you up
Like raggedy ann and carry you
Across the threshhold
At a barn in Farmington
You showed me a bird's nest
The eggs were dappled like
Mosaics
I stuck my fingers inside you
You tasted like copper pennies
I held in my mouth a long time or
Like rainwater
All summer , I spent stroking your
Hair like a tune
Danica Patrick
beautiful women
are a dime a dozen i'd rather have the candy apple red '67 mustang she is leaning against its rear end shiny and inviting as ripe fruit a good car is hard to find
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