ROLL-TOP DESK
(how do I know this is round?)
In the hinterlands, the cold wind howls, and
it rolls down mountains like a train with a
real mission, not just a timetable to keep.
The old farmhands sitting on the fence posts,
they have to watch for freezing cattle while
they themselves sit there freezing. This
world is only a definition - maybe Wyoming,
like Cheney, like Alan K. Simpson.
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It's cold where the books are kept, and this
desk-top gets rolled - open - just to free the cold
books. I read the words with care : a twelve-year
old kid stumbling over words. Like Herndon's
Lincoln, I am Lincoln's Herndon. One is the
watcher while the other records what he sees.
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You may want less difficult stuff, things you can
understand - more easily. Well, then, go get it.
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