Hungry Hill

Hungry Hill

By David Jordan

Alone by Hungry Hill

On my 23rd birthday

I sat on a rock outside my tent

In the still, star encrusted night.

The hard moon became a jazz singer

Crooning a birthday tune.

Calm idyll,

Beatnik song

Of crazy sorrow and solitude.

 

Alone by Hungry Hill

I found the perfect pastoral place

But there was no escaping my

Ennui, my sadness, my pain.

 

I thought I knew nothing.

O how right I was!

 

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