{"id":1705,"date":"2012-07-18T21:41:31","date_gmt":"2012-07-18T21:41:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1705"},"modified":"2012-07-18T22:22:40","modified_gmt":"2012-07-18T22:22:40","slug":"kurt-lovelace-712","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/kurt-lovelace-712\/","title":{"rendered":"Kurt Lovelace, 7\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>At Marfreley\u2019s Bar in Houston, Texas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In a dim lit mural behind the bar,<br \/>\ntwo swans amble in front of a plantation:<br \/>\nits white house lies against the river, lonely<\/p>\n<p>for the cover of more trees that the artist<br \/>\nleft out, as the rushing river<br \/>\nempties into the dark dandelion breeze<\/p>\n<p>of rewritten histories. And I had wanted to see<br \/>\na single woman out, tonight, sitting<br \/>\nalone, like me at the bar, looking<\/p>\n<p>at their life, the plantation, the swans swallowing<br \/>\nsmall sips of whatever they find in front<br \/>\nof themselves, any parts of a life that might<\/p>\n<p>make sense, tell me I have done the right things.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>After a 27 year career as a software engineer, Kurt Lovelace returned to school in 2010 and is currently a junior in the Honors College of the University of Houston majoring in mathematics and classics. He lives with his wife and daughter in Houston, Texas.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At Marfreley\u2019s Bar in Houston, Texas In a dim lit mural behind the bar, two swans amble in front of a plantation: its white house lies against the river, lonely for the cover of more trees that the artist left out, as the rushing river empties into the dark dandelion breeze of rewritten histories. 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