Sunday, July 09, 2006

Rare as an Ivory Bill

The voodoo kept me out of North Carolina.
Midnight, I sailed the Cache River on the back of a dragonfly,
The ivory bill flew off in a wink... a New York minute...

Water spirits found me anyway...

Washing up on a sandy riverbank,
I boiled my tea of Suwannee tannin,
Threw myself in the Choctawhatchee at dawn
When I heard the Kant, Kant
in dropped D

Honored the spell,
inhaling lotus blossoms
and fine legged wine

on the rocking river.

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