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Black Bear
Black Bear
like a hobo
walking down a train track
in a slow lumbering gait
we pace with you
coming in and out of view
between dense foliage
that separates the myth
from the reality
fingers point
hushed reverent voices
intone the chant
a bear, a bear
but this is not
some overstuffed facsimile
bought in a tourist shop
this is the real deal
...Sunday 11th September 2016 10:03 pm
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