Juno

Bloused camo pants

spit shined Birkenstocks

Led Zeppelin T-shirt

a once virile body

alcohol wasted.

 

Drug addled mind

inside a ponytail

from 1972

New Mexico commune

by red cliffs.

 

Walking through 

silent city streets reciting 

Proust

Baudelaire

Burroughs

Kerouac

Frost

verses and cantos

keep him alive . . . insane.

 

A tiny sparrow

named Juno

searches for crumbs

in a dark alley. 

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