Three weeks ago I brought in fifty
Rhode Island Reds to free range
the young man said, he & his buddy
DNR personnel, tight T-shirts
& short hair. Coyotes raiding
make it less than half that now,
one day must have been a thrill
killing, thirteen bodies left uneaten.
The personnel all men, not like
California where half are women —
same tight shirts, some with long hair.
Sat out with my AR-15
one night, not one came.
He might be ex-military
like the neighborhood handyman
everyone speaks so highly of —
Most of us in SC are supporters of
Trump & some of us actually recycle
& sometimes volunteer. Gadwall, teal,
pintail,scaup — hundreds of ducks —
safe impoundments. Must be
a long-standing DNR rule
allows guns at a wildlife preserve
in case an alligator acts wild
or an owl goes rogue.
Ark 50, Adamspire
by Ronald Johnson
that this is paradise,
add words in legion
beating around the veritable bush
years shape and illuminate:
when the great cats purr
so closely woven,
when sparrows hedge fled field
one sounding cloud,
when down the wild wind ride
Galapagos, archipelago!
eagle dodge eagle
and tigers scatter cage
according to their lights,
burn each thy word
to crowd at last on life in full
— the elder the earth —
Sky Line Blvd.
uphill all the way
never were there such roses
under the banner of summer,
never such
beautiful hullabaloo
hello down well, clap upper cloud
passed muster
to stay the spell,
never this horse of another color
on such goldened a road
find voice,
invent interior face
(I mount to save my very hide)
raised all likeness
kindled, not knuckled under
as one seize it
— howe'er humbly cobbled on order,
a universe sprung free —
probeable as possible
be, but bear
at most the least belief
proud sprout pry ancient any brain
again again again
intimate under the inanimate
tossed world
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