Wist
Oh graymare, you know you are my
fondest appendage but I would
ditch you in a second.
Allegiance is tempting but the
northern horizon keeps sending valentines.
There is vastly superior to here.
Not just the additional T but the
fact that it doesn’t really exist.
If I actually did go there,
I would be obliged to stand upon
its broad plain and declare,
It is certainly good to be here.
And there I’d be.
But perhaps the best realities are
the ones you make up.
From the collection Fields of Satchmo
Photo by MJV
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