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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death Of The Kapowsin Tavern</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't ridge it back again from char.<br>Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores<br>and shattered glass smoked black and strung<br>about from the explosion I believe<br>in the reports. The white school up for sale<br>for years, most homes abandoned to the rocks<br>of passing boys--the fire, helped by wind<br>that blew the neon out six years before,<br>simply ended lots of ending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A damn shame. Now, when the night chill<br>of the lake gets in a troller's bones<br>where can the troller go for bad wine<br>washed down frantically with beer?<br>And when wise men are in style again<br>will one recount the two-mile glide of cranes<br>from dead pines or the nameless yellow<br>flowers thriving in the useless logs,<br>or dots of light all night about the far end<br>of the lake, the dawn arrival of the idiot<br>with catfish--most of all, above the lake<br>the temple and our sanctuary there?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing dies as slowly as a scene.<br>The dusty jukebox cracking through<br>the cackle of a beered-up crone--<br>wagered wine--sudden need to dance--<br>these remain in the black debris.<br>Although I know in time the lake will send<br>wind black enough to blow it all away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Hugo">Richard Hugo</a><div class=q>
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