Mendy, in Manning

Mendy, in Manning

Barbara and I talk of James, the sweeper,
Met in Rochester, remembered on I-95.
So we stop at a Waffle House (James swept
Dunkin’ Donuts’ lot in February) where Mendy
Is having a hard time waking up. Her cook
Runs around and makes the day a rush.

Well, she has to rush, it’s six a.m.
And the crowd is starting to file in. Mendy
Smiles and says “there’s only one lake,
So we just call it ‘the lake.’ There’s only
One of everything in Manning:
One cop, one traffic light, one lake.”

Oh James, have you ever made it back?
Have you seen your grandkids?
Will you hear the music jam on Friday
Down at the lake, at Ricky Dees?
Will you get a meal without having
To Freeze? Is your life whole again?

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2002. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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4 thoughts on “Mendy, in Manning

    • Yes Manning, SC. There is an earlier poem from 1995 or so called “James of Manning, S.C.” on the blog as well.

      I met James before insisting on stopping there on a trip later. EVen later, say 1999 I met David Manning the Poet form North Carolina.
      Turns out his family was why they named Manning Manning.

  1. Way Back. For me what is cool is I wrote the poem about James, an African American guy who was working hard to survive, and he said he was form Manning. But I hadn’t met the Poet David Manning
    until later. AND THEN I actually stopped in Manning, SC. Ha.

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