REH Poems
Friday, August 3, 2018
IN OUR SEARCH
THE RIFLE CRACKS IT'S RIM FIRE SOUND
A DR.PEPPER CAN SNAPS BACK
AND ROLLS BEHIND A LOG
WHERE IS THE SHELL?
WE PICK THROUGH DAMP LEAVES
IN OUR SEARCH
AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN, MY BROTHER,
AFTER MANY YEARS AND MILES
(FOR JIM
MAR/31/1980)
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