Jim Boone Poems

In my writing, now that
The blocks of childhood
Have been recycled into
Kites that dance on the
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On a manly man. Shocking?
No, more smile bringing...

Especially once you know that
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The winter season blows
A cold wind across the landscape
And we layer the garments
Or stoke the fire -
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Has words that speak to me
in syllables calm, clear
loud, emotional
soft, sensual
an outcry, a whisper
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</> 'They told me to take a streetcar named Desire,
transfer to one called Cemetery, ride six blocks
and get off at Elysian Fields.'
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After the security of childhood
And before the insecurity
Of the second childhood
I found young men known as Soldiers.
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Over time and time is a
Breeding ground for
‘Who do you trust’ or
‘Who do you protect’
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Was my best friend

Creating life scripts to
explore possibility or
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Usually get their way

While causing hardship
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Today I have been a Jim Boone
for forty two years, while
most think I am 20-something.
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