no fill can ever covet the land

no fill can ever covet the land
with I said so and must go now
a small bird or a daring dog
inhaling his master
rolls at the end of another day

stupendous I fall in awe
where small men march for money
it is the sun that is our father
or rather it is I in I
that can see that coming

the dealer of days to come
wraps his ordeals carefully
standard issues of what comes
follow the starting point
to the cross hair




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 15:07

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My favorite stanza of three provocative thoughts:
"stupendous I fall in awe
where small men march for money
it is the sun that is our father
or rather it is I in I
that can see that coming"

Ashe
2018-01-21