
Borderland
Flag hangs in stillness. /
Rain falls into its murmur. /
Wet dirge or rebirth?
071921

Borderland
Flag hangs in stillness. /
Rain falls into its murmur. /
Wet dirge or rebirth?
071921
There once was a writer from Montana,
Who always ate a morning banana.
Then one day he ran out.
He wailed an ugly shout:
“Writing’s lost is appeal and manna.”