This poem is taken from Stand 215, 15(3) October - November 2017.

Howard Winn Poem
Hiking the Rail Trail
Life is not simple these days
what with the eccentrics
some reincarnation of  
the historic Know-Nothings
running for political office
where to turn for sanity
perhaps the basketball courts
or the inner world
without eyes
but then how to read
the dogs running sideways
to meet other dogs
at the end of the restricting leash
while bikers duck the walkers
on the dead railway right of way
now a disciplined black top
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