Ron Koppelberger
Bemused Breed
Tumbling in knowable spokes of revolution,
An outlaw dressed in dark skies and
Wandering castes of ravens, by the untilled soils
Of raging mischief and the reins of scarlet
Sun glow, a prelude unto the bemused
Breed of poetry in birth and gnarled Thornberry
Deserts of tenancy.
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