I married my small
town
There was no
shotgun
I had a way out &
My youngest son was
set
When faced with a
choice of flight
& hoping to
find you
While hoping you
would find me
I chose love &
sacrifice over poetry
Truth is though
poetry never left
Never will leave
Moves as I move
But I may have sacrificed
Any chance with
you
I was not afraid
to risk
All my coin on a
pitch & toss
Then write 10,000 words
That makes a gain of
loss
I just couldn’t
tell what was true
You seemed to
prefer your solitude
Aside from that
There was a need
A weight that fell
Upon some I love
There was no
providence coming
Other than what
these hands
With what
I had in my hands
In my heart
In my mind
With my choice
This is not to say
no one cared
It’s just that it’s
ruggedly
Individualist out
here
& the trickles
Never get anything
close to
Raising our boats
Some would hug you
Hope for the best
And feed you fried
chicken
At the all-volunteer
fire department
On 1st
Saturdays
But even those who
May have had a way
Relied on misguided
interpretations
Wrong-headed applications
Accidentally worshipping
Like the Pharisees
Throwing tea parties
Shouting taxed
enough already
& when things
fall apart
Sincerely believing
It must be God’s will
It must be God’s will
Maybe laying on of
hands means
Love each other in
action
Maybe holiness has
its roots in wholeness
In making each
other whole
With understanding
On loving everyone
Doing the highest
good
One knows can be
done
Each day self-examining
& learning
some
21st century
literacy
So, I took all my
resources
And saved one
sinking ship
I’m no hero
Just a man who
knew
It might be a last
opportunity
To protect what he
knows to be true
In a real physical
situation
Something like blankets
and coats
In an arctic
freeze season
So, I married my
small town
Because in the
beginning
There was reason
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