YOWLING AT THE WIND

 

Ah, somehow

the Garcia band

always manages to conjure

idioms of Beowulf

and fanciful concepts
of English literature

 

and ruminations

of prosperous futures

and gainful events being

established in the night

 

and with blinding swiftness

I am forced to confess

to all my sins and failures

and I wailed out in pain

yowling at the wind

 

 

 

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