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You Can Go Home Again by Lee Micks

It slips through the cracksme1

Of recent influence

And finds a place to fit

Nearly unnoticed

Among the skewed images

Of a deep night’s dream

As large as a neighborhood

As slight as a shadow

A face not quite the same

Yet still known

A brief recognition

In the subconscious mind

In waking hours

It squeezes in

From out of nowhere

A thin, fleeting,

Detached memory

To serve up the hint of a smile

Wherever you find yourself

It finds you

Déjà vu, an illusion

Yet not an illusion

A familiarity of self

Of place, of time, of home

~ Lee Micks

Lee Mick is a native of Cawker City, KS. He equates his writing with his day job as a tooling machinist. Turning raw materials into the tools necessary for others to use to assemble and produce the finished product they present to the world. His work appears in various Kansas themed anthologies.

23. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Lee Mick

Stories shift to memories…not experienced, but shared
down through the generations past.

From the time of children stillborn…the harshness of the winters,
widespread epidemics…entire families erased,
no children nor grandchildren to barefoot, walk the plains, to see
the flight of owl or hawk, the gentle nudge ‘tween doe and fawn, the joy of spring.

Three siblings lost before great, great grandma was granted strength
to grow beyond a child’s grave, so that in time to come, those years ago
Grandpa John could face the dust that blackened day.  Stand his ground
as the ground blew away, and make his choice to stay…

– Lee Mick

113. Having a Ball

I never understood the draw

of seeing a giant ball of twine

yet it has defined this town.

Still brings in the curious

to stare and have their picture taken

with its massive, misshapen form.

They laugh and think themselves unique

to pose with hands upon this string

as if they could push it from its shelter

and send it rolling on towards Denver

where years ago (I was in high school),

we were told it could reach.

Once some bastard set the ball on fire.

Townsfolk called for blood but the case

was never solved although the sheriff

was said to know the out of town culprit,

but feared for the kid’s life.

The ball was patched and covered up

and life went on and folks calmed down

but a feud later erupted when news reached us

that in a place called Darwin, there was

a bigger twine ball. The sacred book of records

honored us at first, but once the other ball

was measured, we came in second.

So the Twine-a-Thons began

to add size to our famous ball

until we won back the record

and the signs could again read,

“World’s Largest Ball of Twine”

without including the shameful “One of The…“

I showed up at the first few Twine-a-Thons

more an excuse to drink beer.

There are those who come out

to pay homage to this ball

that has brought the town fame,

but not fortune, as you can see.

Even add some twine if you need

to feel a kinship to the locals and

this twine god but don’t look to do much

shopping as the stores are mostly closed,

or torn down after standing empty

near the great and wondrous ball

which I never understood.

– Lee Mick

 

Lee Mick was raised in Mitchell County, a third generation Kansan, living in Cawker City. He married his wife Denelle in 1978, and is the father of two grown children, Travis and Shawna, and Grandpa to one, so far, little Johnathan. His poetry also appears in the Kansas Authors Club anthology Tallgrass Voices published by Hillsong Press.


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