Loose upon this earth
we mark our presence
like dogs at dusk,
blaze trees
and build fence
to claim our place
in time, to sleep
at peace
with the outside world
of Pharisees gone wild.
We fill their bowls
with beef.
Loose upon this earth
we mark our presence
like dogs at dusk,
blaze trees
and build fence
to claim our place
in time, to sleep
at peace
with the outside world
of Pharisees gone wild.
We fill their bowls
with beef.
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Potent stuff, this . . .
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Not terribly pretty, but basic…
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The Country Girl
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