When dusk draws nigh
and the glitter of aggregate
paves the way for the outstretched mind
photographs of old
twirl to the forefront:
hats of spurned wool
and mustaches cocked rightly
women proud
of first ballots
men quiet in desperation
schoolchildren singing gaily,
a whippoorwill's star crossed notes
and the horses restless under heavy load
the pipes a-blazing
and fatback a-sizzling
rumors of past fortunes
nuzzle the mind with dreams of taking it easy
hearth-talk and wrought-iron
are the fodder for which
societal this 'n thats
flux and churn
old dentures, now home to crappies
A needle, the infernal prodder
of chicks, under hay beds
My heart seeks heritage
my home lacks homeyness
but the zeitgeist of old
still wrings my soul
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