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  Sam Rasnake

  Sep 08, 03:10pm

  Wanderings

  – for Townes Van Zandt

  Words have wolves in them.
  Their tracks stretch with the moon
  through vast legends of forest to my window.
  They howl into the deep ache of my fire.

  The promise of new snow over the mountain
  finds me gone by morning.

  Highways leave, and towns we know
  shrink to specks of light,
  but somewhere rivers drift beneath stars,
  somewhere they bend their stories south.

  [The poem originally appeared in Mojo Risin' Magazine.]

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