Marlboro Man
Marlboro Man
Autumn's over.
Wheat cake odors flood
the wood front porch. Andrew Block,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field
beyond McDiver's Creek
Andrew Block can see his colt,
palamino apricot and snow,
nip grass between great gallops
and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
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