T heodore before
i knew him knew
the truth whole truth
and nothing but
communion was
remembering
saltines grape juice
and dixie cups
daddy as teddy
sank in the sawdust
in his wing-tipped shoes
betty’s wink was the word
the pulpit promised
peach crates stacked up
crates found out back
the broken book as bird
some young booby
testing its span
its pages ruffled by
the whiffling of
a tired
and nodding
oscillating
fan
This is beautiful. I love this. The enjambment, the movement is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHey Amber,
DeleteThanks so much for your gracious comment. This one only took 10 years to write and revise!
Hope all is well on your end.
Regards,
B.R.