Sunday, April 5, 2015

Once Upon a Time

I sat the sunset 
admiring Mount Hood

then came down off my 
dreamy high horsey

bemired in this, that
hundreds of thousands

of contractors all 
make a living from

your, my taxing pool
at the Pentagon.

Now it’s enough I
wake up with these words.

If ‘tis all a dream
I stand for balance . . .

come April fifteen 
ev’ry blasted year.

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