this morning


This morning

I felt strong and jaunty in my

mail order Israeli commando trousers.

Up at Hard Luck Ranch I spoke to the ravens

in baritone, fed the cats with manly gestures. Acacia

thorns can’t penetrate these mighty pants, then

out by the corral the infant pup began to

weep, abandoned. In an instant

I became another of the

Earth’s billion sad



Jim Harrison