C in Country 3
Orange-red porchlight,
muggy-moist gloaming,
the inevitable as it is.
Sometimes, the hall
inside my house
is as dark, as empty
as outer space.
You know what?
I miss a story-song.
Johnny Cash sang a ton
but his best was real lonesome:
“Don’t Take Your Guns To Town”
and you know what Chekhov said–
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“Gloaming” is a great word–and underused.
Really love your three poems and the use of the country music stars– especially Johnny Cash!
Favorite lines:
I miss a story-song.
Johnny Cash sang a ton
but his best was real lonesome:
Chekhov and Johnny Cash in the same poem! Love the “muggy-moist gloaming.”