Breakfast Poem by Marilyn McIntyre

the wild poetman of acadia

poetry for breakfast
cannot hear other lies
size twelve work boots
striding, striding
blackening pages
mosquito blood inscriptions
forest, flames and gases
tasting wild with ease
scoping, scoping, scoping
scanning forest leaves
secret mosses swathing
a primal breakfast core.

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