she wore them only
on special occasions
and every time I saw them
I just wanted to slip them off her feet
and take her upstairs
but alas that was just a wish
and we paraded into town
high heels and all
the center of attention
every place we ventured
wickedly well rested
we danced into the night
tearing down disco walls
and cutting beale street rugs
deep inside memphis
august two thousand thirteen
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I was thinking about that hotel
in memphis
the old one a few blocks north of
beale street
where the ducks live on the roof
and every day around
happy hour
they take the elevator to the first floor
and march single file on the
red carpet
then hop-skip-and-flap
right into the lobby water fountain
for a late afternoon swim
as the patrons quietly applaud
I can’t help but imagine what a scene
it would be
if all of them were pigs
march two thousand thirteen
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