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Troikas, IV

Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet;
my first taste of whiskey
my first sip of you

* * *

My father; blue-collar guy who
aspired to more, never quite made it.
Don Quixote with bowling ball lance

* * *

Overdrawn again from the
bank of good fortune.
Let all those checks bounce.

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.