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Sep 2016
I have a scratch

between the shoulders

I seek a cedar post

sun splintered warm

upon which to soothe my spine

                                                        
S­liding down, then sideways

across old sintered ribs

I leave bits of myself behind

                                                        
Like horse hair caught in the grain

or an unfinished poem--words

left after my leaving

fair for any bird to claim
Written by
Tom Greggs  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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