A Poem by Jake MacKenzie


if you should find yourself
by some wild chance
in distress on the mountain road
in monkton vermont
late at night
and happen to see
the odd glow from inside
of the remaining
twenty some odd
tiny white
Christmas lights
(always on)
and so choose
the 1970 grey Beaumont
single wide
perched up on the hill
as a source of rescue
or sanctuary,
be assured
as a reward for your bravery
I will distinguish between
the indigenous rappings
and creakings
and wind swept cryings
even your most quiet

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