Walt McDonald Poems

I never knew them all, just hummed
and thrummed my fingers with the radio,
driving five hundred miles to Austin.
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Shiny as wax, the cracked veneer Scotch-taped
and brittle.I can't bring my father back.
Legs crossed, he sits there brash
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When I take my dachshund jogging, boys and widows gawk
and stop tossing balls or lopping limbs off shrubs.They call
and point at long, pot-bellied Oscar trotting like a rocker horse,
tongue wagging, dragging on grass when he hops over skateboards,
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My wife takes salt for starters, and rusted strands
of barbed wire, the iron Grandfather left.
Chips chunks from a salt block mired in sand,
that tongue-rubbed marble artwork of the West,
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I see her thumbs-up sign
go down to take the throttle.
She turns away, chin up
and urgent, flesh I have held
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That's why we're here,
that fish-hook coupling of claws
and bodies tumbling love-locked
down and around between mountains,
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Downriver rocks were rapids.Believe me,
even fish have ears.Sweating, we coasted
too far out on a river we've fished
for forty years.I swear it's never
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