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Apr 2015
Anecdote of the Jar**

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
People will tell you he is too difficult and obscure; he's not. You just have to look closely and ask questions. Eventually, you learn his private language and it all opens up. And most of the poems sound beautiful even if you don't understand them.
Mike Essig
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Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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