singles fish fry beckley wv
leather hands & throats
stroke sweaty beers
hacking up the coal dust
phlegm of the earth.
a violin pours like honey
bees circling
light pink melon rinds
in the shimmer
near the fire
your earring
. . . . .. . . dangles
like a lure
hoping to hook
a keeper.
(from the chapbook STUNNED BY THE MOMENT, 1990; second place winner The Dayton Voice writing contest; and published somewhere else that I can't remember. Fishing lure from The John C. Smith Collection)
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