Brian Beatty

Wild Geese in the West

          Birds know all about the blues.

That’s why they never stop
mid-air to consider
what they’re doing there.

          They would truly drop
          like ducks diving to the bottom
          of a river of whiskey, never to come up.

How little I know is what I think about
out on this porch
plucking at a banjo I can barely play sober

           and a dog that mopes at me
          whether I've been drinking or not

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