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Y’all and Me

You, Webb, are a warm front
that moved in from the north (by way of California),
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts; and
Quinn, you’re a garden in the air for sure,
Seattle Sub specie aeternitatis with tendrils dangling down.
Angelico, O.P., would you deny you are a golden L.A. filament
inscribed with the name of God’s hunting dog?
Southern Expat, ye be, unmistakably,
a magic Georgia heirloom mistaken for a Texas feather duster;
JOB, obviously: a fountain in a Wisconsin cow pasture
is what you are, spouting Wisconsin poetry constantly;
and Lickona the anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, the dollar in the pocket
of a New England winter coat in San Diego summer.

And me? I am the discoverer of y’all.


  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    Q: [W]ould you deny you are a golden L.A. filament/ inscribed with the name of God’s hunting dog?


    Tradition holds that when pregnant with her son Dominic, Blessed Jane of Aza had a vision of a dog running around the whole world, a blazing torch in its mouth.

    The son became the founder of the Order of Preachers, and the prophetic dream was fulfilled as the Dominican friars took the light of the gospel throughout the world. They became known as the “Dogs of the Lord”—in Latin, the domini canes—after their founder and in accordance with his mother’s vision.

    –from the Electronic Publishing House of the English Province of the Order of Preachers,

    TL;DR: Tu dixisti.



  2. Spouting Wisconsin poetry constantly…

    You mean, something like this:


  3. And Potter is the man who followed the winding road…in his plane. Bringing all to a safe landing.

    Thanks Jonathan.

  4. Nice! Did a little soul searching (w/Google, of course), and found this:

  5. Quin Finnegan says

    Here I am, having devoured the Smith Tower, moving uptown towards the Space Needle …

  6. Blast ’em with the 50 cal!

  7. As a Texan, I like the use of “y’all,” here.

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