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Barton D Smock
Poems
Nov 2013
hermit wages
to a baby’s swing
or to a fine horse
with one
good
ear
or to the weary
haymakers
that are now
my mother’s
unkissable
arms
my father
his head full
of hot soup
but not a minnow
burned
recites
the toy
gospel
as I begin
to take
my intelligence
personally
here among
the floored laundry, the raised unawareness
of the powerless mad
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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