Monday, January 11, 2016

He Sang

He sang from his post
on Sugar Mountain.  He gave
up the ghost of Enthrall.
I liked him when
he seemed to linger.  It was
a most exciting chance
to be here.

This will stick
out on the flats.  To ribs
and then some.  Cuds and grass
the missing shoes.
Frenchglen all in powder.

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