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Logan Rocks it for an Audience of One


'it matters', he says
'swing your arms.'
now, pick up your feet and stomp, stomp, stomp.'

"moosic, moosic, moosic", i yell.

sweet home shoemaker ridge &
mamaw's duck water jiggles
as my frenzied five yr. old feet
threaten to knock another porch rail loose.

"part the music with your hands, girl, pretend
you're swimming, feel the chord change.
feel it and hold on to it, like nobody's business."

swatting sweat bees from the backs of my knees,
dodging mud daubers, sand hornets. cherry trees &
new chicks watch in razzle-dazzle wonderment.
it is summer and i am sweet, paisley, red in a dizzy spinning world,

dancing & 3 dogs tremble underneath the porch,
where he leans against the whitewash, thumping out requests
& dedications on a $25 Alvarez that will eventually be

mine.