One
night
I
thought I saw Beth
sitting
next to a pond
feeding
swans.
Her
red hair
as
long as ever
flowing
down her back
like
burning wildfire.
In
the moonlight
she
turned;
a
half smile crossing
her
face,
the
rest of her
disappeared
in shadows,
like
the swans
swimming
out
under
the midnight moon
Doug Draime has a full-length collection due out from Interior Noise Press in
2012. A presence in the underground literary movement for nearly five decades.
Most recent books in print include: Los Angeles Terminal: Poems 1971-1980
(Covert Press) and Rock 'n Roll Jizz (Propaganda Press ). Awarded small PEN
grants in 1987, 1991, and 1992. Nominated for several Pushcart Prizes in last
few years. He lives in the foothills of Oregon.
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