SATURDAY IS THE LONGEST DAY
Thoreau, lost in Mt. Katahdin fog
caresses us all in the wildest moment
of his life--and this is recorded,
news lovers. The dream
I wake from prompts me, Don't laugh.
Jesus man meets me at the Railroad Station
that sells five dollar coffees. He promises
passing rain showers, Don't miss the chance
to be re-freshed. This is the Gospel Hour.
From the back yard garden I hear
train whistles, feel the stress of bonsai
trees during the record heat wave.
Jim Bodeen
12 August 2017
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