Great Northern BeansA Poem by CorsetGreat Northern Beans I'm climbing the ladder with my eyes closed The Tar and heat distort the stunning view just below Great Northerns on the burner he was on the hot thin roof today, he thinks there is some rain coming. From up there I can see forever, the shimmering writing on his pages yesterday and today I know because the world was shining. I know there is rain coming, because he told me so with the clap of his hand. we keep writing the same things. he says he doesn't want that anymore, thank you. But the world is still green isn't it? Let me know... Green plaid blankets brought to mind Kermit pajamas and Miss Piggy affections. It reminds of tie dyed shirts , girl scout green and Irish kilts the green empty of empty XX bottles on the ground. The dry green of grass skirts and summer sweat, the wet blue miracle of whiskey mountain, an ever green of heartache. He told me to stay off the roof, and to keep my eyes open. © 2018 CorsetAuthor's NoteReviews
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