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Author: Steve Peterson

I teach fifth grade in Iowa.

Small-Town Illinois Boy, 1974

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Small-Town Illinois Boy, 1974

Some time it was,
it was a time of
muggy summer nights,
a yellow-moon that shone
through the corn-haze, past the
pulsing cicadas. Alice Cooper
yowled from the window
of a Mustang that crept
under the arching elms.
The red glow of a cigarette.
A tobacco threat exhaled
through the window into
the thickening air.
These bad boys of summer
are old and gray. Their
swagger sags. From the porch
couch, they watch the world pass by,
wondering if the kids will
finally call, or if they should
just pop another beer and be
done with it for the
rest of the evening.

– Steve Peterson

Poem Place Goes Live

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I’m hoping to use this blog as a place to explore poetry writing over the long haul. I’m no expert, that’s for sure, and probably not even a poet, but writing gives me pleasure and helps me to notice stuff that I’d otherwise forget to see. Like the photo above, I seek an occasional window into worlds unknown. Sharing my work gives it a life it would not otherwise have. As for the quality of the poems I will write in this blog space? Maybe, for me, quantity is more important than quality right now. We’ll see how it goes!


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