songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

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

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