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Shenandoah Home


                            COURTING                                    

                                      by David Huddle

          When a man loves a woman in Glory
          River, she runs like fire if she knows what’s
          good for her — & most don’t, we admit that much —
          because any boy grows up here gets Ugly

          for his middle name. Our boys don’t know how
          to take a girl to Hester’s Drive-in & hold
          her hand or call her up & tell her she’s
          pretty or just plant a soft little kiss

          right below her earlobe — that’s not the way
          we do it. We take her for a ride & jack
          the truck up to a hundred, scare a cold sweat
          out of her, then run a hand up her skirt

          & get slapped good. Timing’s got to be exact.
          Look at that moon,
we say in dulcet tones,
          jerking a thumb —
Got my guitar in the back.
         Thought maybe you’d like to hear some George Jones.