Of An Unknown Poet
i have lain in blinds
and hid from southern invasions;
droves of blue bills, teal, wood,
dragging winter in their wings.
i have lain in blinds,
cold mud rain slaughtered
fog breaths bursting in caps
cloudy Marlboro coughs
To not be seen is of value
and drives the wheels of surprise
and until seen, all optimism
clings to the accuracy of a guide.
And when I watch from the brush
and tangles thinking me safe,
so far out of view and longing,
I find struggle
in shooting the thing I love
Though I ought to, at the very
least, in order to explain the mud.
Copyright © Jason Knight | Year Posted 2007
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