2088: Direction of Last Things

I will pause to ease my
legs & hopes as dignity
re-settles [so alone on
ant hills – those vacant
humps of mud & roots
left to crumble in June
to hoof & boots] – then
resume past clumps of
bracken – irregularities
until I’m sunk – aligned
to north’s arrow [a last
laid place] – Westerlies
dug for guilty footpads
& philanderers – Name
me another northerner
& I will hole up my soul
by her [no ardent liars –
I’ve learned my lesson]

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