The Guide, The Snort and Diem

Make little dimples in the air,
the ones you drew in water, the currents –
the sounding of the horns; the hunt.

The leaves flow down, they pause for breath –
and the source of beat, the sound of heat,
the blemished skin.

Take care en route, spattered signs – windblown,
yielding – cold, cold, cold.

Twirl up and receive submission, the guide, the
snort and diem.

2010 Barry Comer

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