A Fool returns November 8, 2007
Out of breath the Fool reaches the mountain.
There a continuous breeze ruffles the copious feathers
on the Fool’s head.
His skin falls like snow on the harsh ground.
It is one of the nether months
Camouflaged right and left
Nooks secure saints and candles.
The fire by which the Fool retires
Leaves a redder glow than the sunset
On his cheeks.
He wakes stiff with anger and distaste
his mouth foul with the obsolete swearing
he greets his pains and bitterness with.
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