Ranch Poem – “A Land Shadow”


A Land Shadow (Iambic Pentameter) 

I’ll bear no arms against my right,
for I am slain daily by what
is left. A stranded timber for
a fire, a shadow over me.

And little do you know about
the right, or what is left defect
within decaying life. While some
of us are dogs, some cats are kind.

A lively living, living such
a lie. Suppose I knew, the moon,
a pinhole, was just punched out
from my quarter shot at the sky.




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