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Dennis Finnell poem: ‘To sit down on a tree stump’

to rest your elbows

on your knees

your chin in your hands

A river must go away


A stray dog never does

You point your face

at what

upstream given off

turning before

your eyes

turn to the most

sullen god

a 40 watt-bulb behind

a blanket

When the moon’s


a dog on an island

looks up even as you dream

old enemy

giving you

a doubloon

To live on a stump

the light

moving like silk rustling

Say nothing say nothing

back home

you look across

a white farmhouse is standing

the necessary strangers

You’re all aglow say nothing

— Dennis Finnell

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