Between the mountain
And the river
Between the plaza
And the highway
There was a house,
And the house was full of Timmonses.
Between the city
And the village
Beyond Lake Bob
And the cornfield
There is a dorm
And the dorm housed Brooks and Travis.
Beyond the summer
And the ceremony
The mountain, river,
Plaza, highway,
City, village,
Lake, and cornfield
Will remain, but
Brooks and Travis will be gone.
And we will miss them.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Carolyn's Farewell
I just discovered this poem Carolyn left as a comment under Travis's "What the Thunder Said" post on Diapsalmata:
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2 comments:
God bless you, Carolyn. Stay cool up on the Mesa. You are going to have a hot summer!
Yes, I emailed this particular prose poem to Carolyn and thought it had been lost in the shuffle. No. She wrote a poem to it. This makes two poems for me during my time at PHC (the other being from Sarah Lewis). I share this one with Brooks though. Fitting.
I miss New Mexico more than ever as my fate in the South is sealed for at least two years. The Plaza is a distant vision of hacky sack players and soft breezes.
yes, we will miss you both. I'm glad we still have your poetry!
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