Green Peas at Stake

Going Back

I stagger with a single memory,
dubious now through time's questioning,
while night rains in transit
target the dark crossroads
of the sea town of my birth
and a palmetto leaf's pure hands
reach out to comfort
the tar-stained beach.
Then, as I try to recall an old guitar
that once thrummed an ancient, frisky tune,
someone's laugh collides
into my thoughts.


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Written for Para/Poem using 6 words:
Collide, Transit, Dubious, Pure, Target, Single