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Sons
of the Pioneers
(for Jeff Hilson)
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Sons
of the Pioneers
We must stay happy etc. Things are outside etc. What she wants is what it looks like etc. etc. And the pioneer may still go out, singing: “Prairie moon, O prairie moon, I rode along and sang this tune.” So there. I mean you go quickly around corners. I mean I never saw the rock face and its twin, the rock face. Doubling over, goofassing up. There’s nowhere to take my old toys back. Write on the wren at the head of my grave: drifting along with the tumbling weeds.
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