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Gratitude

Jimmy Buffett was playing on the tape deck
‘A woman Going Crazy On Caroline Street’
promising to show her place
to someone who’ll be gentle
someone who’ll be sweet.
In the song the woman was a dancer
the woman introducing herself
Jules ….. Julia
was an HEO
Heavy Equipment Operator
cats
D8.

She worked for PW
Public Works
electricity, water, heat, transportation – umbilicals
work meant they couldn’t always make mealtimes, on time
early morning callouts
often meant a late breakfast
and no raisin toast
could I deliver some loaves – for the freezer.

Hut 5
home to Public Works
PW types burly, bearded, beer gutted, scowling.
OFF LIMITS.

I pushed open the door
12 sets of eyes incinerate
bringing to mind the Coliseum and Deliverance
“is Jules in?”
As slowly as molasses
a hirsuite form opens the door to the hallway of rooms
“Juuuuuuuullles” – a chainsaw revving to crescendo
“some cocksucker here to see you.”
I dropped the loaves and fled.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.

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