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| Port Costa River Town |
| by Stephen Morse |
| Pull the keys, kill the dog, and lock the car.
The railroad track mocks; a steel stemmed flower. Mason jars of wine and beer at the bar Old planks and mossy cracked beams turned sour. Abandoned no longer viable ovary Of river flotsam and steel rail sparkles On lounging river rats, not overly Welcome black pits of railroad tie charcoal Nightlights of the rocky fogged river pain. Even drift wood whispers like a grey wart; Songs of just-grew, neither sane, nor insane. On lost backwaters of not-the-right sort Crouching on a road end of mystery Port Costa hums forgotten history. |
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| Aug. 2006 |
| 66 |