Red Sky
By Caryl Pagel
I have eaten my dinner
Do not despair
I have eaten my dinner and the Devil
When he comes will see
I have intact
A peripatetic philosophy
That prizes above all
Not fame
Not virtue
Never grace
But burnt asparagus red wine
The red slit of sky above you with
Salmon edges its holes
A turquoise belt at the horizon hiding
The woods I lie in
After a long walk
After a long walk through bramble pea shoots
Toasted old bread to dip
A creek warble short
Skirt shorter
After a long walk what is
Current what awaits
What awaits
What will break
The thrall of the Devil
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