Craig Steiger Poems

Crazy
She must think me
Hooping
& Hollering
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Alone in my pinewood cabin
When the sail of prospect
Goes slack
And I'm left reckoning my present position
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Spitfire flipped me off

At the Colfax weave
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In a loose circle
around the Park Ranger
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As it turns out
Yes it is possible
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What hurt more
Was her blunt antipathy-

She didn't even bother
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The stars let us down
Either that or bad math
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Under a swirl of thin snow
Yard hands stamp & swear
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Deep in the digger pines
Alone at the end of Piper Hill Road
Crossed by vulture shadows
I balance the two by eight by fourteen skirt-board
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