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Just as Sure
Water finds its own level where it settles. A fool makes decisions with heads or tails. These are things I remember my daddy would always say. You know, it's too bad he didn't get that through my brother Willie's head. That fool found his level in the lowest places. Through all the bad, Daddy said still he was his son. Couldn't deny they shared faces. We buried Daddy in '53. They finished the dam, backed up the Oconee that year to make power. They made a lake, changed the town. Covered farms, drowned a tree or two. They bought all the land on that new shore. And you know, things gon keep changing as sure as fools make decisions with head or tails and water finds its own level where it settles. Published in Blood Ties and Brown Liquor (Athens: University of Georgia Press, 2008). |
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| Published: 27 February
2009
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