I wanted to say I have come hometo bear witness, to read the signemblazoned on the church marquee—
We’re at the Potts Mountain Shooting Rangeon a hot day in March, blowing ammo,
Don’t make the mistake of calling herangel or saint. The tremendous broad crowningTroy’s war monument grips her sword
Here is my solitary city. This island of steeland avenue. Towers with skeletons of organ
This week they are paintingthe North Gulfport water tower.
I should like Kennedy, there’s something about walking past a display lined with copies of True Compass that strikes a sour chord.
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