Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

water gone underground gone
in the month of all fires out
white dog tracking stars clear bright

nine of thirteen moons
since first ice fuzz of frost
arbored busk pots steep

coons possums pets birds
drink at dripping saucepan waters
from same clay slipping

sons mothers daughters

– Phil Morgan

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