blend the place and time immortal

                            








                                                               The Prophet








I thought the robin was playing drunk
but it turned out he was a hunchback with rheumatoid arthritis.
He hobbled about the courtyard dragging his bad foot like a tuba.
Later he would drag me behind his pickup as he drove into town for more seeds.
Thinking back on this, only now can I chuckle.
I pour myself another small glass of Dickel.
I am reticent.
I have blue eyes.
I see things others don’t.




                                                          


                                          Michael Earl Craig - Montana poet laureate




















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