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"For the Real Ones & I" by Ernest Williamson III

  • May 23
  • 1 min read


To Donna in Summer.


Before the bell, the F grade.


Dawn can set, then rise.


She can warm her shoulders.


Assure her wedding rings two.


Assuage her yellow eyes


Without tears, gas, or lighting


her husband’s cigar to be


Or maybe they are not


Warm


already held. After all


why wouldn’t they be?


As long as Donna is there


in Summer. Smiling it with burns.


Real ones.


In shade and shades.


Real ones.


For me first. Then the coast is clear again.


Postea


Graduation.


The real ones.


Regalia, cigars


birch and beach.


At her shoulders.


Warm, cool


burned and laid


in her hand.


the real one.


at least, at last


Humbly before god.


the real ones.


as for Donna, Summer


and Dawn before cock and crow.


the real ones and I


even without


says Somersby,


can bliss,


bless,


believe,


and


pretend.






Ernest Williamson III has published creative work in over 600 journals. He has published poetry in over 200 journals, including The Oklahoma Review, Review Americana: A Creative Writing Journal, Pamplemousse, formerly known as The Gihon River Review, and The Copperfield Review. Some of his visual artwork has appeared in journals such as The Columbia Review, The GW Review, New England Review, and The Tulane Review. Williamson holds an M.A. in English Literature from the University of Memphis and a PhD in Higher Education Leadership, Management, & Policy from Seton Hall University. Currently, Ernest lives in Tennessee.

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