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Driving to Fred Meyer

Cats keep darting

in front of me

wasting lives and

I’m afraid I’ll say

the wrong thing

like black

or native

or hunger

 

Back home they’re

picking apples

baking pies

spilling stones

 

Trees on fire make

me homesick

for myself

 

When I placed the

final game piece and

lost by six points

he said:

that other move

gets you thirty you

don’t even know

what you’re doing

 

and I supposed he

must be right

Posted 10/15/14
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I agree -- it is a great poem and that line with "trees on fire" is stunning. So much said in so few words!
10/15/14 4:19pm
I love this poem. "Trees on fire make me homesick for myself" especially. Wow.
10/15/14 2:07pm