HOBO POET BLUES
The sky turned dark
The poet built a fire
& warmed his hands
Worms crawled thru
His skin& angels
Cried & moments
Slipped pass like
Lavendar melting
The Santa Fe Chief
& coyote serenaded
The wanderer
Remembering
Your hot breath
Cascading like
Moonlight on
His back
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