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Colors came from the after-burn of A Minuteman rocket launch from Vanderbilt airbase up in Lompoc. The waiters lowered the sun umbrellas At the outdoor tables once evening inked out The raucous sunset. The secretaries, The peroxide blondes, the guys In Polos & dudes with gold chains, Drifted out to their Mustangs & Broncos. That was the day I decided to move back. The riot of colors wowed me, & I loved How you made a great story Out of something everyday. I wanted more of your rocket-man words— That buzz—& the fireworks.


Mojave River Review - Summer 2014  

Our ekphrasis issue, featuring poetry, fiction, non-fiction, and hybrid literary works by dozens of brilliant poets and writers, including N...

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