Haversack
Johnny Appleseed; a one note
fugue, the nut tough feet
coon skin cap drawing hoots in town
banded tail a metronome
keeping time for the lost nocturnes
of the previous owner
pared all of it down
to fit snug inside a haversack.
Spoon to tack a roiling bowl
Dampened click of jostled flint
Needling a benign lump of sisal twine
Twist of tobacco, a screw of root
Quartered in keen right angles of brick
Red butchers paper.
Morning dashes off
A rendering of crescent shapes
Quartered and plated by this window
Where I sit puzzled
Before the haversack that loomed
so large in my dream.
so large in my dream.
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