Monday, June 11, 2012

Prince Albert

It's Prince Albert
looking
over the vast dominions,
offshore balancing it is,

or is it just a can,
rusty,
red,
long discarded amongst the pines,
East Texas pines,

still a hint of tobacco,
long smoked
when the train still pushed through.


By Benjamin Nash
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