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reading in the tent

my son rests his book

on my arm

tumble of rocks

the mumble of

a mountain stream

spring woods

it’s lonesome without God

but no less beautiful

Saturday night

the buck on the bar

a little moist with beer

hip flask

the warmth of my body

in the brandy

thinking about

mindfulness

I pee on my shoe

rolling a cigarette

the canoe drifts

just where I want to go

dog days of summer

twenty-three games

out of first

frantic twosome

downy woodpecker

inside my bedroom

blurred with age,

won’t say what his tatoo

used to say