Tom Hobson Winked

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Waiting
For my mother
To return,
I saw a man
Wearing a
Coon skin hat,
The coon tail
Hanging
down his back.
That had been
A big coon,
Bigger than my dog.
The man was
All gnarled,
And appeared to
Have been formed
From tree branches
Rather than flesh.
He did not speak,
But passed by
In silence.
His shoeless feet
Grasping the ground
As would tree roots.
Each step secure
And permanent
Until in the instant
He moved on.
Just before
He disappeared
In the fog,
He turned
And looked directly
At me,
Then he grinned
And winked.
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Bear … 12.28.2015
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