we carried Lester's coffin
in a dredge of September afternoons
now
wearing his flannel
I blast god with Octobers wind
preparing grandpa for fire
red shimmer of sumac reaches me
through the echos of harvest
and Lesters ghost in a grain truck
oxygen mask and all
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
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