Exhaustion

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

boots.

I have

nowhere

to go.

I will ride

all night.

Widow’s Lament

It’s not quite cold enough

to go borrow some firewood

from the neighbors.

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