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The old man finally just went away
to live in the mountains. Two goats,
a dog for company. The wind
made a harp of the pines.
One night a bear’s shadow fell
over him. The stink of him.
The snarl. The old man said,
I left anger down the mountain.
Go find him there. The shadow
fell away. The snow sparkled
from the bright moon. The long sleep came.
Copyright 2023 Doug Anderson
Photo by Doug Anderson. Near Steamboat Springs, CO, 2019.
Doug Anderson continues to astonish me. How I wish I could leave my anger down the mountain before the long sleep comes.
As do I, Wayne.
Yes, it really is a beautiful poem.
This is wonderful.
It really is wonderful. Thanks, Robbi.
Powerful piece. Thank you!
God, what a beautiful poem.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Exquisite. Now a part of my personal anthology. Thank you.
Thanks, Richard. Doug Anderson is one of my favorite poets, a national treasure.