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The Iniquities of Orndinance

I followed down a wash
My boots a little too tight;
Winding up with a deicious peace
And an angry blister.

It was on a bombing range,
Yuam County, Arizona,
Where even as an American citizen
I was tagged, watched and ostrasized.

You know about the mountain lion
With which I locked eyes there;
The she scampered off into the barrens
Double-time.

Later, on the highway looking back,
That mountain exploded,
The lion vaporiized along with my trail:

"Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least."

—Goethe

poem by Stan Petrovich
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