QUINN
THE MIGHTY QUINN
The people all sit calmly under giant chestnut trees
Huge mahogany rocks rain down Industrious squirrel-rats
gather them up for the coming deepfreeze When we will
flee bone-numbed from our Canadian winds I have changed
seats so that I might preserve my skull intact for another Winter
season A cowardly act no doubt In 2011 Winter went missing
only to return on March 14th ripping my flowered stockings & knee
A woman saw me fall and ran It’s a jungle out there
I tell you never trust old Canadian men with white beards
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Fall 2013
