delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

who's took the hindmost...
don't know why there's a mallard on the fencepost...
it'd be a lie if I said I didn't care...
but why the **** did you shoot that bear?
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dependable
gray
heavy-limbed
coarse-maned
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of
spiritual certainty...cushions
on
the window seat
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switchbacks
to the summit
arriving at yes
in a burlap sack
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who'll venture
from aerie,
talons whetted,
(retracted every other day)
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freshwater
pearls
spin languid pirouettes...
ripples carom,
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in the form it once took....
not back, no...
but returned...
as though having been out on lend...
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in pursuit of tergivers, whelped in loose blankets,
their broader chests cross-strapped,
hard-buckled against the jouncing melody of a sway-backed ride...
ridge-rammed and spurless,
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the word-seed did...
how it was handled and was fondled
and how it grew
sprouted in creche-parade grounds
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