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Recall the dream you had the other night:

a hodgepodge structure, living room and porch,

people sitting out there in the dark, no light

but moon and stars, the flare of a kitchen match

at the bowl of papaw’s pipe- wasn’t he

a big man!- Prince Albert tobacco smoke, the wind.

The exposed room is full of cousins, see

the silhouettes of aunts and uncles, a friend

from second grade.  Try to read to them, to ease

the voice above the persistent grandfather clock’s

ticking.  Tomatoes, jalapenos, potatoes, peas-

the text has turned to gullion in your hand.

Mamaw, in her rocker in the corner darning socks:

why doesn’t he do something we all can understand.


© philip kimball 2009

first published in I-70 REVIEW, Lawrence, Kansas, 2003

One Comment

  1. Bill Schaefer wrote:

    When will Max get published? The world needs Max Weber’s False Identity more than ever.

    Monday, August 24, 2009 at 2:58 pm | Permalink

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