TO NILES |
Somewhere in a canyon
On the North Fork of the San Joaquin
Lies an old black nylon parka.
Purpled with sun stroke and shot through
With holes by sparks from many
a campfire,
It once sheltered a mountaineer.
An errant wind snatched it
from my hands
It fluttered briefly overhead,
Then sailed away, out of
sight.
If you should come upon it,
Leave it there. |
-Louise Top
Werner
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