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Of Shadows and Longings

Betsy and I would escape our Mom roles and drive into town on a quest for the Bohemian life we longed for and could not find in suburbia’s well-decorated hell.  We would sit in a funky bar near campus and drink flights of craft beer while college women dressed in knee socks and plaid Catholic school-girl uniforms brought us chocolate ale and a reminder of how young we were not.  “What are you reading?” was her favorite question and we would discuss literature and poetry and longings, leaving me staring at the green pin-dot light on the smoke detector at 3:17 in the morning watching loblolly pine shadows wave and beckon from the window
And ask from my life

Did an ache meet me crossing

The lake one July

 

Was there a hot scream

Of a thousand longings

Enormous in their

Petty way?

 

© Jilly’s

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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

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