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Whit Howland
Poems
Sep 2019
Ghost Town
Not
a splintered sawmill
or a rotting waterwheel
but the bundle
you're muling
charred
useless wood
a bridge fire
lit
by a laconic spark
you were there
but you didn't
strike the match
so cork it
no weeping
no tears
no time
for lamenting
because
off-screen
the sky barks
here
just take my knife
cut the twine
let the timbers fall
and crumble
run
and don't worry about
a mess
the wind can blow away
Β© Whit Howland 2019
Devilish thinking, or Godlike thinking?
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