by Sherry Reniker
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     THREE DAYS
     Three days we have, Elaine & I,
     for camping in Pennsylvania.
     We have one book, some kippers & some eggs,
     a tent, two knives, & lots of rope.
     Into the piney furnace we go --
     my love astounds me!
     Elaine, your face lit up
     from the fire of wet wood we gathered
     could be any face.
     But it is you, my friend,
     who I have never seen so well before.
     And do you know that I am anyone,
     anyone as well as myself, & as a good?
     No better these others than us, 
     & no worse, though they
     have lost themselves
     in cement latrines, while we
     pee here together,
     here in Pennsylvania, in the forest,
 
     the man in the moon
     (who could be any man)
     showing us his face.
     1967
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     TO FRIENDS
     Love me better
     than you are clever
                    /I feel
     these distances
     though spring will come
     whatever, even
     to us
                           
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     THE CONNECTION
     you come
     like honeysuckle
     in the spring,
     she sd.
     it is
     these
     natural things
     we connect/
                 that
     sometimes
     your face
     is a spider
     web I walk
     into/
     the unexpected
     -ness, & more
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     FOOTPEDAL SHOES BLUES
     (The Gypsy Was Gone)
     1
     Somebody got the blues
     Somebody is me
     I had 'em since I went
     to Chicago, baby,
     1953
     2
     Oh, I'm a driver of the Open Road.
     Sail down these roads!
     Close to nature,
     Close to home --
     flying Michigan's colors.
     My friends are Truckers here;
     not too many waves
     from cars -- just kids sometimes,
     a power salute or two.
     Yeah, I'm a Burnt Orange Nova on the only Road -
     from the curves of the ring in my western ear
     till my toenails curl in my twenty-sixth year!
     Gypsy Driver of the Road
     My Stove-Bolt Six has
     went,
              gone
                        goed !
     3
     Left m love n I don't care
     Left m love n I don't care
     Left m love n I don't care
     Right on red this morning
     4
     Daddy and I used to sing as we drove
                   Now I used to think that I was cool
     Give me land, lots of land
                   Runnin' around on fossil fuel
     Under starry skies above
                   Until I saw what I was doin'
     Don't fence me in
                   Was drivin down the road to ruin
     Don't fence me in
     5
     Colorado rocks
     Kansas rolls
     I want my arms
     around you
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     OKU-SAN
     Bitter the incense
     twenty years
     burned
     her
     child-
     denied-life,
     denied a place
     at the family site
     until
     mother-in-law's
     death
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     NEAR CHINO
     autumn dawn
     a gallery of statues
     in the birch wood
     gazing at
     the waterfall
     a twig snaps
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     RIVALS
     When I awoke a dresser stood before me.
     Each drawer opened like an eye,
     but none of the clothes fit.
     The mirrors were empty.
     Without blinking I hid in the closet.
     How I longed for a basic black!
     Discovering, __ah ha__, the false bottom,
     I entered your closet without shame.
     Your closet. I thought I heard you weeping.
     Instead, it was the shadow you left on the shade.
     I rolled it up and put it under my arm.
     Don't expect to hear from me again.
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     STOP
     the whole thing.
     Freeze-
     frame it.
     Take her out--
     that figure--
     lose the background.
     Now,
     tell me,
     why is she
     still
     burning?
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     CHICAGO, BYE BYE
     1.
     feet,
     white
     bottoms
     you
     hid,
     evidence
     of her,
     Punta
     Gorda
     beach
     run--
     tar
     that
     stuck
     stuck.
     2.
     what'd been
     clean? the white
     starcht shirt?
     stolid
     Pittsburgh,
     the perfect
     cheese blintz,
     her Skinner:
     blind
     alley or
     your way
     out?
     3.
     that onion
     pride was
     peeling . . .
     your
     Belmondo
     charm--
     first
     love I ever
     slugged--
     struck
     a vein,
     struck
     pig iron,
     Chicago
     bye bye.
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PACIFIC CALL
       
     my today is your
     tomorrow
     & crackling wire
     that rain?
     crack
     the blind
     lightning close
     same moon
     same ring of fire
                                                
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   GEO FRICTIONS was published by Open Meeting    
   Books. Copyright © 1990 by Sherry Jo Reniker.                          
                                                                                                  
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