Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Flash In The Pan

The miners sat at the table.
Long legs of the wolf.  Same stare.
Give my regrets to the airport.
See all my friends.  The curious buildings.
Preserved as Nome.  The place

with no name.  Give my regards to
Front Street.  To my kith and kin.
The musk ox is a small buffalo.
The one that got away.  But there
are others.  See them?  With the others.

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