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Mesquite Bend: Turrell Price


30 days poetry

Mr. Price’s Waltz

This auto shop has served model-As
and International Harvesters. Some days
it even serves the loose chains or flat tires
of bicycles young boys wobble
to the open bay doors.

Turrell Price, the fourth owner
of this mechanical haven, bears knuckles
the size of walnuts, their deep lines
creased in grease that no scrubbing
will rub out.  His rosy cheeks
and gleaming, white smile

have more than one lady
inventing funny noises
to be looked at, but Turrell
only has eyes for the sleek lines
of any engine.  Rumor claims

he loved a girl once, a tall,
blonde beauty with milky skin
who left town with a slick salesman
but still writes in loopy curves
that smell like sweet perfume.

Only young Billy Klein knows
the real Turrell.  Only Billy has seen
the giant mechanic waltz alone
amongst the cars and trucks
he cares for, the clear pings
of Hank Williams wafting in the air,
Turrell’s large feet floating
in a shadowy kind of dance.

Ramona Levacy
April 10, 2015

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Author:

I am a 40-something Texan with a feisty cat and a supportive husband of 20 years. With a Master's degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, I have taught creative writing at Texas Tech, won awards for my writing and been blessed to be mentored by Horn Professor and poet Dr. Walt McDonald. I earn a living by helping my husband's family run a health food store, but my avocation is writing. I hope you enjoy reading about some of my triumphs and tragedies as I continue to work on figuring out what life is all about and on growing my ability to share my writing. May your own journey be a blessed one.

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