you go to the old place
situated in a lonely valley
not a lamb to the slaughter
nor fools gold rambling
if you go look for the drunk
who slept in the barn he is gone
he left incidentals
rotted with bird droppings
he could be in needles
he could be in a library
he could be crossing a stream
not wet at all this time
or laughing medicated
stoned high arrested shot stabbed
burned lost forgotten to all
except to your own eyes
that now see above tree branches
in the form of a mute 'X'
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you feel an apple
in your barn jacket
you take it out and eat it
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Bennett Valley
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