STORIES TO TELL
this week of wonder
spent on dunes and lakes
and rivers in old wood canoe
and fletching bows with feathered arrows
letting them fly sassafras and gold red
colors of new fall in the center of
America gone poor except in
blue herons and swimming gray
squirrels and gentle eyes of the
innocent waitress who's life is
so so sad she talks to strangers
shields the coffee pot so as not
to burn you while the burning color
of fall sinks into the west with a full
glorious sun over water that has
seen it all before has heard
these stories to tell sighs onto
the shore soft with the desire to
bring
all
these
stories
home
to a soft and forgiving
dark
full to the brim
with
stories
stars
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