Monday, August 24, 2015

Sky-Ashes Poem... With Irish Wolfhound... Again



Sky-Ashes Poem... With Irish Wolfhound... Again

Scribbly weeds, sagebrush, center pivot
irrigated alfalfa to a verdant side
of a barren two-track: conjure solidity...
or gone-youth under funerary clouds.

The Wolfhound huffs, Promises... promises....
When has there not been a nice
Milk Bone biscuit at take-rest end?

We walk... cough-trot in death-haze...
ash of pine... ash of black bear with cubs....




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