Jim Manning

Rookie [none]

Almost Gone

Hiking in Oregon on the slope of North Sister,
I meet a backpacker, handle Mad Dog—rabid,
or gnashing his teeth—thoroughly pissed.
Also known as, well maybe, Jeremiah.

Jeremiah is young, perhaps twenty.
I give him a grandfatherly nod,
a youthful hi, deposit my daypack
alongside his massive backpack.

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