(for Washington Irving and the Hudson Valley)
hobgoblin hobnobs and the clerks of court
could with a little work be catapulted into
a ghostly tale or two: ask Dickens, who knew or
that keeps me in mind of Ichabod Crane
the schoolteacher down the lane
he lived so quietly
or tried to. what good does it do.
the tales will find you out where you are
as circumspect as you may be
reading the Evening Star
if you live solitary you're in for it maybe
taking your lunch breaks in the apple orchards
or scuttling in a cold wind with a meager jacket
your books, accounts under your arm
November's cider winds at your back
and you full sail without a tack
you're bound to wind up in a vellum volume or two
several centuries later with a ribbon marker
after they stop wondering
what happened to you.
mary angela douglas 13 april 2020
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