Avi on the Mountain
I’ve driven this road
Staring at the mountain crest
In which I see his
Ghost chasing wild dogs
Farther than my eyes can see
Along the twisted ridge
Beneath the cedar
Trees and radio towers
Beams, gunned-down ghost
Still there, still still there:
The red seeping knotted roots;
The smoking limbs; me
Driving in a car and standing on that cliff,
He’s watching me in death complicit.
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