Friday, July 28, 2017

9782. DEMONSTRATE FOR ME

DEMONSTRATE FOR ME
(ye demon ye)
Beyond the salt of this earth,
where the slowly-river flows,
there are tar-paper shacks by
the edges, where the poor people
manage to go. They have children
and ancient forebears, life-stories:
In the hedges are dreams, by the
willows live their aspirations, and
the fireplace smokes weave from the
chimneys. An old, rutted track runs
up and over the farther ridge.

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