Quite desperate
You rigged
Your shallop
Coasting
And chance
Uncovered
A winter cache
That starved
A summer peace
Not yours
Of course
But providence
Retained
A killing
Reason
You who would
Follow a hunch
To hobble a land
With no limit
Had such
A poorly compassed
Heart
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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