My husband's poetry

Category: Charleston

  • Green anole

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    green anole in green vines chases competitor along fence rail until it leaps into air disappears in weeds brown anole turns back to green blows bubble gum neck king of the rail and all he sees 5-25-21

  • haikus along the Orangeburg Edisto

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    taking its sweet time Edisto River wanders slowly to the sea on tall cypress trees wind moves beards of Spanish moss sit back, relax, breathe white clover flowers slender stems tied together I’ll make you a crown 5-19-21

  • Home

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    After unloading the car You stood at park’s edge Cup of tomato soup in hand Tree frogs sang in sky They didn’t miss you But you missed them This morning, you photograph Hyacinths blooming by the steps Listen to the back and forth of birds Watch squirrels play tag Wave at a neighbor Sip coffee…

  • Global warming

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    Outside the harbor / Icebergs of hate / Drift in warmer seas Bacon tongue sizzles / Words of fire / Serves edible ash City of churches / On microphone / Queer poet self-immolates Drive home / Open windows / Blow burnt soul from hair Microwave stale coffee / Sip yesterday on porch / Stir world…

  • Dream # 2×5

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    high above cityscape glass room teeters flies off in space returns sets down in a garden step out allow room to rise up and fly, again 2-6-21

  • Strong coffee

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    You ask yourself if fresh feta From a vacuum packed container Bought at Trader Joe’s, Tastes as good as feta You remember from Greek town Chicago. Pungent bricks pulled From briney bucket sea. New sensation on your tongue Next to gyro and potatoes. Your waitress brings a smile, Baklava, a cup of thick coffee, An…

  • Intercoastal waterway

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    above reedy channel birds soar eagle, pelican, gull egret and heron stalk on stilts silver mullet hooked through head cast again and again and again hope bigger fish will take bait at the dock flounder, red and black drum sit on ice Captain Curtis hands you fresh fillets feeds remains to birds and fish leave…

  • Carolina wrens

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    An unruly mob of squirrels used to hold rallies in our yard but not for a while Maybe, it’s because of autumn or maybe, the feral cats or maybe, because I raked the pine cones in a pile the city carried away But I’m okay with that because Carolina wrens have moved in One sits…

  • The Myth of Wade Hampton III – Part I

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    He danced with all the ladies sword at his side metals on his chest a fine bushy faced fox at wartime cotton patch cotillions When hounds were heard howling his name across the river he tucked his tail and fled into the woods and fields Yipping in shadows until Rutherford leashed the hounds the dandy…