Saturday, August 12, 2017

Flannery in Oregon

















It was in the Boiler Bay parking lot,
I read the works of Flannery O’Connor.
Life in the golden south thrived,
Despite one psychopath’s dishonor.

No one ever died in peace,
There were horrors and even more…
Men beaten into grains of sand,
like waves smashed upon this shore,

 I watched the threatening ocean,
Challenge men; survival, their only mission…
Against the wind they faced the waves,
Flannery, dey was only fishin’.

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