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POEM: at the Boogie

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at the Boogie

we’re all crowded into a big field
banjos and washboards and dancers
cans of beer deep-fried chips
basil-lemonade popsicles
it’s everything the South should be
everyone we ever knew
in our whole life is here
the honest and the dishonest
the lovers and their spouses
all the people we could be
all the ones we want
children fill the trees like birds
laughing like the world is only this

20 April 2013
Waverly, AL

Published in Auburn Music My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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