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Stan Rice poemLock

One I like very much - what do you think of it?

 

 

Psalm 161

 

I heard my first mandolin

on the Victrola. Then my sister

walked into the pasture

and was wed. Lord, why do you

keep me on the phone until

I am deaf. There comes a day

when the mandolin must be put

in the mountains.

In search of a better life

valleys inspire conflagrations in autumn.

Rosy the dirt is.

My heart lies down in it.

I'm kind of speechless.

It takes my breath, the hammered dulcimer

left out to be beaten by rain.

Can anything clothe the dreamstate

and keep the hopelessness in.

Have I heard my last mandolin.

                                                         Selah.