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Linda K. Thompson


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For Eddie, who rolled his skidder on the Hurley, April ‘68.

Come to me driving that powder blue hardtop,
faded almost white, with rusty wheel wells
and a tailpipe that whacks on the pavement
as you round the corner on Pioneer Street.

Wear your Desert boots with wool socks
and brand new Red Straps.
Bring me a piece of Crazy Lace
from your mother’s lapidary work.

Come with family albums
taped full of handsome relatives
and your own baby pictures.
Everyone turning jaundiced behind their plastic pages.

Come with a bag of jerky and a box of Old Style.
Bring a green plaid tin filled with Elsie’s chocolate clusters.

Come with your grown out crew cut and the clippers
that Neighbour Joe traded you back in ‘65
for twenty free haircuts.
Wear a touch of Aqua Velva.

Bring your worn out Harmony in its battered case
and who knows how many words we might
  remember 
to Sloop John B and Bobby McGee.

Come in the middle of June with wild roses
tucked in your pockets.
We’ll drive out 99 to the park
and sit on a picnic table 
in the long pale twilight.

Bring an eight-track player
and speakers that take up the whole rear window.
We’ll crank up Spirit in the Sky  
and let the fuzz box vibrations
ripple along the weedy shore of One Mile Lake
until the Sticklebacks shiver
under the wharf.

From Four Small People in Sturdy Shoes (Houle Printing, 2014).
Used here with the author’s permission.

 

 

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Linda K. Thompson calls herself “a plain spoken poet.”  A long-time resident of Port Alberni, on Vancouver Island, she grew up on the mainland in the Pemberton Valley, an experience which has been the basis for many of her poems. Linda loves traveling and writing, and indulges those twin passions by attending poetry retreats whenever she can. She is the author of a chapbook, Four Small People in Sturdy Shoes. Learn more about Linda at www.lindakthompson.com.

 

 

 


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Brought back great personal memories, thank you......"sloop john b, see how the main sail sets"...
Posted 09/19/2016 12:28 PM
Lori Levy:
Great poem!
Posted 09/18/2016 04:08 PM
Jancan:
As I read this GREAT poem, I saw scene after scene of myself in the late sixties! I absolutely LOVE this poem. Janice
Posted 09/18/2016 01:47 PM
pl. wick:
“Plain spoken” ”Daylight Savings” a four wheeled (nostalgically “patina-ed” and creaky) time machine. Symbolism and metaphor, so well turned (exam: “jaundiced behind their plastic…”) Superb lead in for a “memorial” piece—for any piece; the (first person) intimate, conversational approach allowing the reader to enter on their own terms and relive their own back story; without authorship interference. Thank you, pw
Posted 09/18/2016 11:03 AM
wendy morton:
What memory. What delight. What a poem!!
Posted 09/18/2016 10:27 AM
Richard Greene:
A seriously good poem.
Posted 09/18/2016 10:23 AM
KevinArnold:
Love the love behind the words of "a plain spoken poet" Could hear Spirit in the Sky played loud.
Posted 09/18/2016 09:28 AM
Larry Schug:
I've been doing some "reunioning" lately. This poem really works for my current frame of mind.
Posted 09/18/2016 08:22 AM
Newf:
Sloop John B and Bobby McGee alternately running through my mind. Roger Miller singing Bobby McGee, now there's bliss. Thanks for this poem.
Posted 09/18/2016 06:58 AM
vscholtz:
Save & savor it all. Beautiful love poem.
Posted 09/18/2016 06:55 AM


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