Be Quiet Poem by Ari Alsio

A man sitting on a big stump,
There is no speech is correct administration,
Grim is the mind,
not very friendly.
wind obsessed with a man,
dog lying on his feet,
Man looking straight ahead,
branches descend into the water.
Someone plop in there,
Muskrat and chin of blood,
was caught in a trap,
or lost in the old bag?
A man sits quietly,
face white as pike roe,
Necklace Least mild erythema,
now sitting
and then in the evening,
is the desire to make poetry