The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 2 / Phillip Neal Tippin

Snug between shrub and tree
Trunk scaled to fit our finding,
Tiered as our frame in a door.

We drum up want
As wonder wains.

I’ve got to go to work
With my guns, with my hat.
Fight! Fight!”
We fight the fire with guns
I’ll go get you one”

It’s what the wind wants—
Most must make allowances.

To trip upon the edge of light—
   Stumbling upon its lip.

Behold
John marks
The volta.


(Feast of the nativity of John the forerunner and baptizer)



All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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