Huckleberry Saint

You swept
the floor of the earth
with your hair
and scooped up
the water
and drank it
 
all that was left
for you
now
 
one last dip
into
a northern blue
bowl
 
where 
you and Susie
gorged on huckleberries
and smoked 
and 
bet on
what was for dinner
hucleberry bowl
 
 
 
 
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