Resting

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Lying down...........................................
on the soft afternoon......................
of May heat...in a familiar hollow
of crushed grass and twigs
where he often sleeps

the sun behind his arm
............................and a fetid odor from the drying creek
.........moving up the bank

his cares
drift into sleep
....................................scattered
...........................around a bright room

Speaking lightly................
with Eeunks...........
standing behind him

he gathers them up (his cares)
as calmly spring.......
........................slides into summer

packing them..............
......into brown suitcases
...........to get them out of the way

sending them off..........
..........................................somewhere
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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