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D. E. Thompson: a poem


A hangdog crow, indecisively

slumped on a post,

hesitates between nowheres.

Something's crushed his gusto.

Failure must be inherent

in his life too. Sometimes

feathers get their sheen

from a slow leak of serotonin.

Don Thompson has been writing about the San Joaquin Valley for over fifty years. He has published a dozen or so books and chapbooks. For more information and links to publishers, you can visit his website here:


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