a moment

 

amos on the brow of the ridge

sheltered among rocky outcroppings   

lights his pipe   recites lines of shakespeare 

    

quiet   but for the words   the breeze

still    but for drifting smoke   passing clouds   raven

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2021-03-14 at 18:42

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Now that's a good poem, right there.
2021-03-14