Monday, December 5, 2016

Kerri Shying R - # 147 Harden girl.

Harden girl.

Monitor the temperature
 in stored hay    for
 days are kept    within
those bales
short and long
bundled in
the string of soft slim

 summer women   hungry
tense-legged men
following  what hopes 
winter warmth
 fodder  meant to be
 doled out

never this   conflagration

wild and high  always  
 a seven-brigade  fire
his  girl

her father turned
decked another    who
went down       a bag of
sand     stitches torn     no matter
what hand  the maker     still heat  

can split
across the seams  
shouting   out    the tendency
to blaze   to leap
to feed


  1. Replies
    1. Rob you are a kind man. I am inspired ( if this is the word) by a very tumultuous situation of a friend of my childhood. Fathers and daughters and treachery, Oh!


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