search for relevance
awkward fumbling confusing lost
pertinent to what i have no clue
sit on ice cream churns manually cranked
the swelting humidity of gerogia julys
making the rewards worth my frozen ass
banana it was flavor of the day
beneath the white oaks on dusty ellis street
where georgia granite and mortar incased the
the knotty pine of my childhood home
gone now
progress they say
we always did want an underpass
and as the years flowed and southern railways
strung longer and longer delays for folks trying to
reach the wrong side of the tracks
change came
leaving me behind
searching for constance
in a world of crumbling granite
jrw 11/17/2012
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