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Pops / a poem by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2017-08-22 18:49:04 UTC
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Pops

Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.

Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.

To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.

I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something,
as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown,
happily patting dirt.

My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.

My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive,
patting dirt.

-Will Dockery
f***@yahoo.com
2017-08-30 04:28:49 UTC
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Pops
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something,
as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown,
happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive,
patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
That was so terrible that it flooded a Houston subdivision.
Will Dockery
2017-08-30 07:32:49 UTC
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Pops
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something,
as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown,
happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive,
patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
That was so
Will the real Dink please stand up... use a step ladder so we can see you.

:)

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