Mingo Sun

4 Jul

“Maybe we can use it for something
else,” the great Mingo said.

“Indeed become a minority of one,”
his son said.

Nothing is ever a proper fox hunt
when it comes to giants unless
there is something giant like
about the foxes- mean red
men like foxes- in the
saltworks. This one thing
must be understood, or all
esle will fail to make
a sensible impression.

“But never wear a ceremonial
thing at a trivial time,”
the great Mingo replied.

 

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2 Responses to “Mingo Sun”

  1. clubnette July 4, 2012 at 6:05 pm #

    Reblogged this on clubnette and commented:
    Matt has a way of words that should make no sense and yet resonates within you in a music of its own. This particular poem is a great example.

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 4, 2012 at 6:51 pm #

      Thanks so much for the kind words- this is the first time I have been reblogged- preciate it greatly darlin’!

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