Underground eXperts United File 527

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· 5 years ago

  

 
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                         Underground eXperts United 

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         [  Wild Orchid Moments  ]               [  By Duane Locke  ] 

 
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By Duane Locke 

WILD ORCHID MOMENTS 

Oak hammock , wild orchids shake 
Between ferns on fallen oak branches. 
I kneel to crawl under spiderwebs, 
Their fingers caress my neck's back. 
My knees darkened by the wet moist earth. 
Red fungi leaped out of wet, decaying tree limbs, 
The red shaped like Chiarra's lips. 

 
TWANG 

The twang of this wan rainy light 
Is the twang 
Of a sad mandolin. 
It is the sound  from the foottracks of the heavy rain 
Walking heavy footed across rain puddles. 
The rain is walking across fields to drench a city, 
Drench my house, 
Surround my house 
With the sound of a sad mandolin. 

 
PRESENT, FUTURE WINTERS 

In her golden dragon adorned jade colored dress, 
She gazes at mulberry tree's bare branches. 
She gazes at the frozen pond, 
See cracked ice float. 
Goes inside to gaze at the bed curtains, 
Embossed, gold-thread geese 
Migrate towards mirrors. 

 
WATERMELONS 

Our mother would thump 
Watermelons, 
Just the men would do. 
Other men did not thump watermelons. 
Only the men did. 
The sound of the thump 
Was supposed to reveal 
If the watermelon was ripe and red inside. 
We, her children, never understood 
Why she wore a raspberry dress 
With thin raspberry straps over bare shoulders. 
One morning, we awoke 
To find my mother gone. 
All we had for breakfast was a watermelon. 
When we cut it open, it was green. 

 
MARY 

Mary watched her mother select 
A doll from the Goodwill box. 
Mary saw that the doll looked like her. 
The mother took the doll into the kitchen, 
Not knowing Mary was watching her. 
With a butcher knife, the mother beheaded the doll. 
The dark-haired, brown-eyed mother 
Jumped up and down on the doll's blonde hair and blue eyes. 
The only thing that saved Mary from fear 
Was that her eyes were hazel. 

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Duane's biography: http://www.uXu.org/dlocke.htm 

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