Farren Stanley and Sarah

The Thing To Do In Tuscaloosa Is

Dream about walking back and forth   

across the tracks twice a day.   

The cautionary arm   

lifting and lowering. The  

              bells in sunlight  

There is dumping a can   

of creamed corn into   

water to excite the fish, then   

baiting your hooks with corn.  

The stars are verbs               in the waters that watch them  

There is dipping, where too little will make 

you swallowgag and vomit. Where more 

is preferable. The man at the party 

demonstrates the right pinch and folding 

it under the lip. There are slivers of glass 

in dip, meant to slice open the  gums so 

the tobacco gets in faster. He says it is like 

a hundred cigarettes. You will,   

he says, drool.   

There is fishing  

the moon making little flowers in it,               names with long vowels.   

There is quitting   

smoking.   

There is something called noodling in which 

you let a catfish slide its cold mouth   

over your knuckles and grab.   

There is swimming   

and there are snakes.   

The magnolias will insist that they are also moons, if your definition is something bright  

            and gravitating. 

                                      -Farren Stanley

My lovely friend Sarah sent me that poem.  She really has an eye for beautiful words.  She also has a gift of her own in tangling words together in a way that make your heart go, "Yes!!"  I know one day I will own quite a few of her collections and, they will sit on my bookshelf next to the works of Bukowski, Atwood, The Dickman Brothers, and all the other great poets that we both admire.

How odd, me whispering a secret into Sarah's ear.  Wait, I always tell her my secrets!