Dailies 10/15/16: ghost music, a surveyor, & a rumination on growing old & growing horns



Ghost Music – Robert Graves

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.

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The Surveyor – Gary Hawkins 

Who says the eye loves level,
loves plumb, loves the stiff weeks
in spring when the tractors
cirrus the grey hills,

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Metamorphosis – Susan Okie 

Each day drier,
sandpaper skin
pebbles my shoulders.
Warty tags pop out.

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