Today's poem is by Bob Hicok
I, hermit
People
scare me most people and most
of what they say I'm happier
if you're around me
at a distance of miles
or years, whatever far
is farther away poems
the only public mouth
I've somewhat somelittle
figured out but not rooms
where faces bend & bloom
not how to walk in
breezy or get out
easy afraid
of the so little listening
the waves of speaking
cancelling speaking out
it's more like shooting,
how we talk more
like rust or roadkill,
how I'll feel
after a party, after all
the hardtrying to be bright
and wanted so river
and I, field
and I and mountain
hang out there's that word, out
again I live out
where there's no in no cool
or hip or hot there's
cows, bears, clouds, deer
none of whowhich and this
explains my love for them
ever knock or otherwise
want anything to do
with human
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