I stand
naked
In front of
the mirror
And try on
My new
understanding.
The old one
fit
Like amateur
night
At the
J—Bar—T Saloon.
It is difficult to choose which poems to begin a blog. I don’t have favorites. Some are old, as much as forty years. Some are new. The ones I share with you survived the cut. My newspaper essays can be viewed at www.MontanaTumbleweed.blogspot.com All poetry is copyrighted. Please contact author for permission to use.
This too shall pass and coffee ___________________________________________________________________________________________...
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