Ralph La Charity - 07.03.13

Aralee Felt Strange 1943 – 2013

       You got to walk this lonesome valley
           You got to walk it by Yourself

She was a Felt, our Felt

not that they have what we don’t have,
 But that we can be close to them and they
 will expand into what it is we lack… they fill
 a place in us we didn’t even know we didn’t have… ”

         nobody else can walk it for you
          you got to walk it by Yourself

She was a Felt indeed

not a Thought, not a person
 who touches us via our minds
 so much as via our souls even
 more than our hearts, Ay…
 She was a Felt.”

& she loved her felt peeps
& we were All her felt peeps

Felts have many many lovers,
 and Felts are all so frequently
 all alone… ”

y’all’re them & know
y’all’re them without
a shadow of a doubt

she knew how to share –
 I suppose it was another
 of her teachings, right
 up there with
 how to mourn… ”

& us in her wake are
her Felt-dwellers
Felt-dwellers all

not so many Felts around, y’know…
 kind of a rare breed, akin to rara avis, eh?”

                   o my Love
                   my true Love
                   I hunger
                   for Your

that you are loved despite
this the Known, shared

we are attracted to the Felts
 in our lives because of certain
 talents we do not have… Felts are
 squarely in our blind spots, big as life… ”

that You were Felt & known
we Felt-dwellers knew You
knew & Know & felt
Your very Felt indeed


Dancin' in the Wake

yea, sun’s
goin’ down, Aralee

let’s go swimmin’

light as ash you are
girlfriend, let’s go
dancin’ in yonder spring

nay, girl, lemme
dance your ash in
that River, you do
know the One...

bitter clear River
River Rive & begone
River Dove & begot
River of Many Returns

of Birmingham
& Manhattan, too

River o’ Grief & no relief
River Flow & River Swing

floodtide weep Rejoice !
floodtide woe Bedamned !

you know the One
we’ll be back in twenty
maybe half again
we’ll be back, girlfriend

dancers swim
the floodtide vale
Dancers !

swim the blooded veil
see thru every wave
sing & sear, my love
sing & seer, o Poet

those wavelets
o how they suck & lap
ankle drag slap & chill

bullfrog burp
to beat the band
Benny the Hat bird-rapt
down beneath those
weep-dript boughs
sax tones bend
& laughter, too
toothsome you
skip to m’lou
toot sweet, too

o we’re dancin’
White Girl
             down the Flow


            Sleight of Disappear

in magic illusion decrees not what’s here be there
nor that halved be wholed or that sink up-float no
no no as margareta Queen of Denial’d always say

that Aralee was still here her still heart-Felt declared
too frail to hold dispute with or weep wide-eyed oh!
how the already gone-on guffaw down raw oysters!
(y’ever eat raw oysters with Aralee ?  we did… we did)

gal was a smoker’s all I know don’t y’know’s why
Izzy went off walking with Linda at Grady’s that day
Ben stood still in the rain so long down by the riverside

tonight we danced in the wake an eight hours drive away
a whole week & one day later slow dancing till admitted :
I injure easy but recover quick’s how it got put out not

that that’s a lie but neither was our Dance & you were
taller & heavier & the Dance ended over easy all alone


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