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Billy Reed is a poet who lives in Midtown Memphis, Tennessee. Billy has spent his entire life living in... Keep Reading

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Thoughts of Thanks

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    Thank you for the memories
    More lines from a thank you note... Thanks for the not so empty box left behind by dad and lost until today for sister's uniform neatly folded there thanks also for his worn leather harnesses and for one saddle empty since his departure for all his photographs bound in books thanks for Paul McCartney singing Hey Jude for Hyde Park's thousands of waving singers thanks for dad driving us to coldwater while we sing 'mr froggy went a courting' Many thanks
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    Thank you uncle Charlie
    More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for buttermilk biscuits the kind now extinct since mother moved away for Fannie Emory who taught mom to cook thanks for granny Greer who helped me be less afraid and Betty Greer who taught me 'kick the can' thanks for every song in 'my fair lady' for leaving on a troop ship from Bremerhaven and for sailing past the statue of liberty thanks for the alley behind my childhood church for when i went to Illinois with Uncle Charlie Many thanks
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    Thank you
    More lines from a thank you note... Thanks again for breeze stirred ginkgo leaves adrift in silence to the sunlit sidewalk; and for a yellow lawn. for twin cousins who come each year with great aunt Lilly; weighted down with pecan pie bread pudding; with oysters mosca and peanut butter cake. Thanks for another day, for time to listen. thanks for knowing to sit still and listen. for baby sisters who look like dad who looked like great grandmother. Thank you,
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    Thanks for a thin tanned lady
    Thanks also for a thin tanned lady; and small girls who seek to ascend her garden’s gate. for a brown faced boy soon to travel alone
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    A thank you to women
    More lines from a thank you note... And thanks for quiet women who cook and sew and tend to ancient ones. thanks for silence lit alone by clock light; for rarely interrupted dream-free sleep. for neighbor ladies who wave from their porch. for energy infused from the great spirit amidst those moments of desperation when flight seems the only solution. thanks for flight as a solution. for Joan Baez. Many thanks.

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