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Janet Lynn Davis
I trace them
clear back to Jamestown—
forebears
of the grandfather
I knew little about
darn weeds
that I can't yank up
by their roots—
the gumption to thrive
where you're not wanted
I step right through
a mad swarm of love bugs,
until now
unsure of my status
as a superhero
brand-new house
and yet another leak—
the puddles
I've been sloshing through
on my way to contentment
half the rooms
accidentally
painted yellow—
a sin that I can't take
this much cheerfulness?
autumn chill
and the tug of past lives...
blissfully I arrive
at this, my latest state
of imperfection
Janet Lynn Davis has been doodling with words and putting together publications ever since Kindergarten and Dick and Jane schoolbooks. Originally from Houston, Texas, she recently moved to a rustic community north of town, amid a forest of tall, thin pines.
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