\nI drove by Poe\u2019s grave. Tap tap\u2026
\nOne should definitely shudder a little
\nAt a contact so nearly missed.
\nLater I walked back, passing by
\nThe Everyman Theater, colder
\nThan I\u2019m used to being, tap tap,
\nDown home on the Rio Grande,<\/p>\n
- And on his stone a twisted wreath
\nOf pasts and half-recalled regrets,
\nA ribbon, a spoon, a ball-point pen,
\nDeclare our junkie solidarity again.<\/ul>\n
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- Why wasn\u2019t some demented witch
\nOut front pouring green lemonade?
\nA lean, blue owl on her shoulder perched,
\nStaring as though I, too, were cursed.<\/ol>\n<\/ol>\n
Tapped out, forget that dark flower,
\nReturn to harbor past the Bromo-Selzer Tower.<\/strong>
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\nR. W. Haynes has taught literature at Texas A&M International University since 1992. His recent interests include the early British sonnet, and he is completing a second book on the Texas playwright and screenwriter Horton Foote (1916-2009). In his poetry, Haynes seeks to celebrate life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness without sounding any more dissonant notes than he has to. In fiction, he works toward grasping that part of the past which made its mark on his generation. He enjoys teaching drama, especially the Greeks, Ibsen, and Shakespeare, and he devoutly hopes for a stunning literary Renaissance in South Texas.<\/strong><\/p>\n
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