Thursday, August 13, 2015

Berry Humidity

The chip on his shoulder
buffalo variety
he said this life enough
to go through his many

Southern smoke
settling in
the Umpqua
soft edges
river glittering
smooth going.

Their roses
so thirsty the metal.

Wood chip heaven.
The brick building in town.
Thoughts sloppy, repeating.

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