My husband's poetry

Category: Charleston

  • Hoar frost

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    Driving towards Charleston, sun luxuriates Like the backside of a reclining nude Hanging over a bar in film noire Road bends left – sun glares back You put down the visor and drive on In high weed ditches and fields hoar frost glistens along the highway, Mist rises where cold meets warm Thirty miles out,…

  • Low Country Churchyard

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    here among the dead I rest but briefly read dates on headstones calculate years of life Spanish moss haints trees butterflies light upon old monuments unaware and unconcerned of what lies beneath 10-6-24

  • Literacy

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    Seagull reads the wind Maybe adapts is a better word Ruminates in sun above sand Waits for you to drop a crust of bread Snatches it before it hits ground Beach buzzard roosts mid-air Awaits another accident of intent Because it amuses you You throw another piece in its direction And again, it does not…