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Jeff Stier
Poems
Jun 2018
Dog’s Bottle
They call me dogsbottle
don’t ask me why
it’s a story out of time
branded by eternity
Charity was my subterfuge
desperation my defense
I came here seeking refuge
terrified and angry
ready to sow the seeds
of my own defeat
But a breeze on my cheek
deterred me
the chime of the church bells
stayed my hand
some tempest of grace
soaked the parched ground
of my parents’ need
I was relieved
through generations of grief
and ill temper
given grace as thunder rolled
and lightning struck
a sweet song in the wind
soothed my mind
And me.
Not knowing the day.
A dotard of the hours.
Well and yet alive
breathing still, dear ones.
Grateful.
And with fiber enough
for another blessed day.
Written by
Jeff Stier
Western Oregon
(Western Oregon)
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