Dave’s first poem

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Brother Gary

In Oregon

Sitting by my deep green

swimming hole

in Lookout Creek on a coldish evening,

Drinking my Lagunitas and

reading Gary Snyder

(No Nature),

I am the perfect hipster.

I even try to write a poem, my first

It goes like this:

A net of mist

Almost indistinguishable from

smoke

rises

past Douglas firs

up the valley

to join its brethren

the clouds

Not bad, I think

For a beginner.

Then after another sip of IPA

I decide to cut

its brethren.