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Arthur's note to Paul, a short poem

Arthur's note to Paul

I'll always be young,
Old Bones.
Bones are for others to chew.
What verse I wrote (that you did not save)
is planted now between these rutabagas and beets.
And although once I cried within my heart,
the worms of this eternal garden
believe in peace.

© Kåre Enga [164.344] 06-09-05

An short old poem I came across from last September. I'm finding lots of stuff! This one seemed to fit Arthur Rimbaud, so I tweaked it.

IMAGES:

Along the backside of the ditch: dead crawfish; purple clover; short pine and willow (a feeling of being somewhere in the far far north).

THOUGHTS:

Not many! I was tired yesterday and except for going through old boxes and buying new boxes and a file cabinet ... I did nothing.

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