After December hunting
for grouse,woodcock
in a meal of venison
for grouse,woodcock
in a meal of venison
and remembering to take
his medicine
at five O'clock
at five O'clock
the clever Boston poet
puts on a Prussian blue blouse
he received at Christmas
jacking up the car
takes his racing wheels
puts on a Prussian blue blouse
he received at Christmas
jacking up the car
takes his racing wheels
for a ride to the Adirondacks
and Ossining
in a New Year's meltdown
of nostalgia's memory
and Ossining
in a New Year's meltdown
of nostalgia's memory
anonymously checks back
to anchor his orange kayak
by the huge Evergreen
when he shields
a cat from a field mouse
near the public park
by the huge Evergreen
when he shields
a cat from a field mouse
near the public park
and reading Basil Bunting
while feeding the birds
in the darkness
in the darkness
yet he wide awake
crawls into his parking space
and kills a crawling venomous
timber rattle snake
trying to lunge at his face
puts on a radio tape
of a late Bach cantata
through the shadows
of the first light sun
scraping off the snowflakes
on my windowpane
it seems
someone has been
cyber hacking anonymously
the music of a Brahms
violin sonata "The Rain"
he's memorizing
to be playing at a chamber
musical recital
next Wednesday night
at Carnegie Hall
now he's realizing
it's already first light
and time for bed
taking a camera
selfie to picture
himself instead
in the car mirror
seen ordering
a morning take out
and murdering
a Spanish omelette
the poet vanishes
in the shadows
and escapes a bullet
of Russian roulette again.
timber rattle snake
trying to lunge at his face
puts on a radio tape
of a late Bach cantata
through the shadows
of the first light sun
scraping off the snowflakes
on my windowpane
it seems
someone has been
cyber hacking anonymously
the music of a Brahms
violin sonata "The Rain"
he's memorizing
to be playing at a chamber
musical recital
next Wednesday night
at Carnegie Hall
now he's realizing
it's already first light
and time for bed
taking a camera
selfie to picture
himself instead
in the car mirror
seen ordering
a morning take out
and murdering
a Spanish omelette
the poet vanishes
in the shadows
and escapes a bullet
of Russian roulette again.
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