high fell


high fell and politic
reverent and sebastian

over the torrentious turmoil
growing in the hard water falling

(horses not grappling with
 the sundays and the days)

delivering newspapers
calling home


around the air lines

to wards our hour
to wards our mission
to wards our common

all lee and not knownst more of idealics
a delivered feast on the table of moose

quiet, no screaming
children sleeping

read: a first-hand account of the pulitzer (adult content)


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