ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S GRAND FUNERAL MARCH

a tight-cropped raccoon staring full of question

in the green leaves in front of an intricately tiled wall
a white panther spews water
into a pool of lilies

320 days a year you’d be hungry

an owl in snowfall

three landscapes, including a road through a desert

a smiling fisherman holds a salmon
the length of his leg

twelve neckties a father would love:
none of them fit for the office

roulette wheel with a ducky decoy
for games no player can win

egos as a blindfold
tied with leather work gloves

the pink smoke, uncoiling
wordlessly

shocks of wheat
around a woman in dream

two more windmills

half of the sky, a rusty eggshell

a flame
as an open door

a clock and classical portrait suspended on ribbon

wind mill manufacturers in Batavia, Illinois

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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