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Honorable Mention
So this morning it was a trip down Branchview
Native Dancer (James Lineberger)

to pay the car insurance, the long way around,
because they've taken out
the old bridge
on Cabarrus and I was wishing while they're
at it they would rechristen
the avenue with its original name, Depot Street,
even though the depot is long gone,
and Stephen Cabarrus, of Edenton, was a fairly well-known person
in his day, I suppose, several times
a member of the Legislature and four times speaker of the House of Commons,
back in the seventeen hundreds.
But anybody can see how Depot Street
has a certain poetry to it, while Cabarrus is one of those foreign-sounding
words nobody can spell right
that shouldn't have anything named after it
not even this "bridge" which is really not a real bridge at all but a kind of culvert
buried in the ground and covered
over with road and yesterday Bill Arrowood's wife
died, a person who was never known
for anything but being his secretary at the law office, which she was really
good at until her heart gave out and she had to retire,
and i just wanted to say i knew Phyllis back in high school
but the one time i had to
see her husband about some legal matter, she didn't remember me from Adam,
and what was it I was trying to say oh yes,
Phyllis! Phyllis!
it wasn't till the day you died that it came back to me
your maiden name was Dorton!
a highly holy name among the many others that will never dignify a street
in this town or even a culvert pretending to be a bridge
and just think if you had married somebody like me you would not have had
a wonderful caring husband like Bill to push you around
in your wheelchair, just this loser whose name you couldn't recall
until the bank bounced his check
and he had to come crawling back to give you the cash and you smiled
that radiant smile you had and said oh god it's you isn't it,
little Jimmy Lineberger,
who used to live over on Depot and went away and got famous.

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