CASTING CALL
The hammer said his name, well,
he said it MAY be his name. Then
he threw down the torch and left.
How can you regard Beauregard
as anything more than a dog?
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The silent mountains are rimmed
with fir trees hugging the river's
side. If they could talk, they would
talk Algonquin? Mohawk? Allegheny?
Each a tongue I wouldn't know besides.
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So, sitting on a rock, I view the crimped
and scattered ground cover : last Fall's
leaves, a scattering of twigs and branches
from Winter's nasty throw, I asked the
leader if anyone here knew French? He
replied with at least 4 names of those
who did. 'Je le voise bien,' I said.
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