Epiphany At Goofy's Gas - Greg Keeler
Copyright © 1991 Greg Keeler

The Ghost Of Richard Brautigan on Trail Creek


Trail Creek where?
And what was he using?
Flies tied from spun diamond?
Did he know the algebra
of the stones?
Was his hair its
usual silly gold?
Did he fall and fill
his purple polka-dot
waders? Did his words
hover over pools
like clouds of midges?
No?
Then there's still hope.

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