Friday, August 14, 2015


I asked if this wind could possibly
be from Shaniko
the answer was no

I asked if my life had meaning
if the grass all sleeping flat until fall
animals sitting in its stubble
along the corridor how did I get

Wrong gear up the hill from The Dalles
when I left them all standing around
their mouths tightly closed so this is what
it will be like on down the road so quick

Life over, the Rainbow Tavern painted pink
oh I get it now enjoying the view across

What thanks can I offer?  Sage seems like nothing
until you get really close and forget about breathing

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