Blue Velvet

Blue Velvet

Six white crosses on a highway curve

forgotten memoriam

forgotten family of six

dirt filled mouth and noses

no seatbelt laws in sixty-four

blue velvet seats fifty-seven Chevy

I can hear the screeching tires

see children flying in the air

with the greatest of ease

as a gnarled Oak opened its arms to greet

a heavy smile in its crotch

six more visitors this night

a long, long time ago

six white cross turning sallow.

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