C. Dale Young Poems

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1.
The Call

in memoriam Cecil Young

I am addicted to words, constantly ferret them away
in anticipation. You cannot accuse me of not being prepared.
I am ready for anything. I can create an image faster than
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2.
Sunday Afternoon

Beyond the strings of water
clinging to the windowpane,
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3.
The Philosopher In Florida

Midsummer lies on this town
like a plague: locusts now replaced
by humidity, the bloodied Nile
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4.
The Plunder House

Tired of the empty fields,
the saw grass stretching out of ditches,
the yellow-petalled weeds by the roadside,
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