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by Matthew Zangen

The unknown spells you
far from now and large
in kind letters on old wood.
Meet me in Manitoba.
It can be like you said,
white towers guarding tomatoes,
chickens itching wards in dust,
and I'll be in the weeds,
pulling poetry for the goats
from your dreams
of escaping the rot of blood
and soil.


Posted on 03/02/2020
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/16/20 at 05:32 AM

Nice one Matthew!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/20/20 at 04:54 AM

Really enjoyed this. Thank you. "in kind letters on old wood" - a terrific phrase.

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