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?
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