Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Inevitable Present
I could write a
Poem this morning
About junctures or liaisons about
The tarnished spoon I
Rescued from
The kitchen drawer crowded
By muttering utensils
And of its thin
Unshapely handle
Like a fossilized bone
Joining an
Empty bowl veined
By disuse or about the
Sunbeams crowding around
The shutters and cowering
Beneath the tepid weight Of darkness

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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