Two poems by Richard Brautigan, which I first read lying in a hammock in Brazil…

The Nature Poem

The moon

is Hamlet

on a motorcycle

coming down

a dark road.

He is wearing

a black leather

jacket and


I have


to go.

I will ride

all night.

Widow’s Lament

It’s not quite cold enough

to go borrow some firewood

from the neighbors.

2 Responses to “Exhaustion”

  1. D Says:

    Man, I just LOVE the Widow’s Lament.
    So timeless, sad and true.
    Thank you for introducing me to him oh so long ago.

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