Over Theirs There’s One

ayaladnJuly 13, 2013Poetry, Uncategorized

from ago I sat

with O risen Orion

bullets in my belt

my fond hound below

a foothill for his pillow

that until exile

to the Strangers West

where the morning tips a cup

and I learn to thirst

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2 thoughts on “Over Theirs There’s One”

annotating60 says:

July 13, 2013 at 5:16 am

Very good. Especially, as always your last stanza seems to grab me.>KB

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1. j4n says:
  
  July 13, 2013 at 5:43 am
  
  Already…we ran across an hare and play fetch a parchment
  
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