Jack comes down with The Willies,
Dreaming of the western terrain,
From moss-humped cedar branches
To the stilled hacking of crows
And rainchecked dove's cooroo.
The falling sunlight tangles
In the shadows of Oregon grape and salal,
Jack prays for a sober tomorrow
And the forest snores like an earthworm.
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