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Show Go Love/161 "Daddy, I saw a hummingbird " "Me, too," Renee says "Out there," my daughter points. At the drive through, a high voice asks for a Whopper. "A double whopper," it says. "So daddy's been on pins and needles?" Bold says, "We all have." "Well I haven't" Bold nods. "Mama was getting better. She was herself again." "That's the worst part," Judy tells me. "I'm so sorry." And we all drink until its time, the three boys raising holy hell poolside until the dark hostess calms them with a single look through the chain link gate. Afternoon in Lonoke, not far from catfish ponds stocked with blue channel where witchdoctors ride each other and wrist-thick cottonmouth sun on levee banks. Peaceful evening, the heat breaks some and all the penned catahoolas out at Gunter's Paradise sleep deep and dream of the instant when rain stops and the Man sets them free for chase, the good scent of coon on washed air. A sit down fish fry begins at Willy Ray park where little leaguers drip snow cones on their mama's lawn chairs Somebody prays to Lord Jesus, forgive our sin Miss Jackrabbit stretches both tanned arms above her head baring four fingers of belly flesh. Eyes meet. All these souls waiting for what happens next. Maybe Leviathan will arrive, or Mule faced woman or somebody'll have one hell of a carwreck or hook a ten pound bass, anything at all is possible in Arkansas on viewing day. Drowned of a heart attack nigh unto summer solstice: dumb truck driver. Solstice: sun stand still. Father-sun, the |
