07/02/2021
An impression felt
cross-continental.
you've conquered
a small corner
of faraway mind--
some feat.
Frontier dalliance:
how strange when
territory
that was only just
fort-like
goes forbidden.
Wild earth, abandoned.
No more
Davey Crocket
coonskin past
the great bend
yonder there.
I'm haunted,
alas.
You've got me
prisoner—
bound to
phantoms,
bound to ghosts.