15 July 2012

Tent Meeting

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

2 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. I love this. The enjambment, the movement is wonderful.

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    1. Hey Amber,
      Thanks 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.

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