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John S. Tieman: Instead of Nostalgia

When you swam in the Meramec

the sky dry and the shore rust colored

and the bridge hovered like a dragonfly,

a bargeman smiled and the women

thought about fishing and the world —

this country anyway — was quiet.

 

It was not forbidden to float

on your back, eyes wide, mouth shut.

There was little danger of drowning and

you’d been vaccinated for cholera —

your mother had seen to that — back

when there were mothers and shores.


 

Copyright 2017 John S. Tieman

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This entry was posted on October 19, 2017 by in Poetry and tagged , .
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