Hunter

Dave BontaAnxious

though it blows and rains he is gone hunting till dark

and his late dog and the war that everywhere war

come close suffer a touch

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 28 November 1666.

Dave Bonta

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