... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... life ..., ... Lillian ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ...

mere genial afterlife

under full moon
in Midnight’s impossible sky
we, lone soldiers, marched
along the candent, leaf
strewn path

i was fatally wounded,
and fading fast

“Sit down, and untie
your boots. Rest awhile.”

you said as you bolted
like a flash of freedom
across the open moonlit field,

as a sloop might sail
through a perfect ocean of milk.

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