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Tracy McPherson, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

Haiku Backwards

 

I once lived in a town
named Ukiah
I remember a small ranch with
a sign on the gate
Haiku ......Ukiah backwards
Doobie Brothers sang
Ukiah
They never lived there
waiting in line at
the Restaurant
someone said
there's
no culture here
my friend turned and
said your wrong
We have three
types of culture here
Yuppies
Hippies
and Bacteria
Ukiah

 

 

Guide to Love: Test Your Compatibility!

 

he loved his race cars and her
she loved him and in his absence
she loved her wine
sleepy-eyed, twisted sheets
the smiles lovers smile
after a night of satisfying
exhausting passion
"I'm going on the circuit
leaving in the morning".
how long had he waited
to drop this bomb?
The circuit, she didnt know
it meant eight months
without him
he didnt clarify it.
"I'll call when I get back"
No calls from the road,
no word, just an empty
bed and an aching
hollowness..
Her sister disappeared,
she lost the baby.
He didnt call.
Her life changed
then one day
he was in the office
Im back, Im going
to Virginia tomorrow
Go with me
stunned, she
couldnt answer.
The love is still there
where are they?

 

 

The Roster

 

I dreamed
Death met me at the gate
he was driving a camouflage Hummer
I thought he had come for me
No, it's not your turn yet.
Take this roster,
it is a list of names
and supplies.
I saw a list of litters
ambulances and medics
supplies and names
a gas line ruptures
in a school cafeteria
a child holding a doll
tears streaming, where's
my teacher,
we were having a snack
no money for schools
a car bomb on a city street
a boy of twenty
holding a stump
that had been a leg
saying where's my squad
we were taking a walk
what did the general say?
no it's not your turn yet
It was a nightmare

 

 

don't want to go to bed without you

 

The neighbors partied again tonite
It痴 late now and quiet
Except for the guy downstairs
He痴 on his porch with a smoke
And his cell phone
And I am awake
Not wanting to
Go to bed
Without you
when you left for work
you said, Babe, finish packing
we値l leave for Mexico when I get home
I packed, just shorts, tshirts
A bathing suit and one little dress
And the wine
Checklist
Camera, sunscreen
Towels, cosmetic bag
The first aid kit
Lots of batteries
The phone rang
Babe, I値l be home
In an hour, be ready
You laughed,
I知 always ready
When you walk in the door
Kissing me, dancing me
Around the room
Oh, batteries
I値l run over
To the AMPM
For batteries
The message light
Flashing as I opened
The door. You are
Apologizing, Babe
I'm sorry, they called
Me out tonite, I'm sorry\
Babe I知 so sorry
I値l be home by 5 am
We値l leave then
I laughed and pulled
The tape out of the machine
I will tease you with this
One day. Two weeks
Later at the PowWow
I heard you call me
Babe, help me out of
This fear. My knees
Buckled, I stumbled
And sat down.
I prayed hard
And felt a piece
Of my soul tear away.
The next day I got the call
they found you in the bay
You won't be coming home.

Sometimes
I don't go to bed without you

 

 

 

 

 

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