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Today I’m on the train again,
presently entering Darien.
Bum hurts from multiple days in seats–
But bum brain still remembers Keats.
Of Cortez, he wrote (or maybe of his men)–
Surmising, silent, on a peak in Darien.
(On horseback? Mayhap.) But in the end,
my bum bolstered by comparison,
I too peek at Darien.

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Here’s thirteenth poem for April with  55 words written on the train (and based upon John Keats sonnet (about first reading Chapman’s Homer.)  Tell it to the g-man!

This entry was posted on April 13, 2012 at 10:32 am and is filed under poetry. You can subscribe via RSS 2.0 feed to this post's comments.

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