Michael Pruchnicki Poems

Fragrance of double nine cakes
ascends heavenward

Sanshin sounds in the village street
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Purple order of hurt meets every month
in the hall of the local club
though most of them are now gone
a few survivors lounge at the bar
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Once I read a book about the future

the near future?
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Now you can say that a call
to arms is always linked
to the ferocity of combat
and by some lights
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Worthy of a sonnet or an ode
don't you think? I asked
the worthy citizen in rags
pushing a grocery cart
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The sun was shining
on all the land
and animals creeping
through the woods
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I spent a summer panning for gold
on the Fortymile River at Tom's place
not far from Chicken
in Alaska
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The boys were gathered at Malone's place
in a town called Chicken on the Fortymile

they were prospecting for the ore
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We'll be crossing just below Waegwan
our LT told us
there'll be remnants only
left as rearguard
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