John Repp
Another Franconia Poem
North Country New Hampshire, 1976
“I’ll make that mountain a poem if it kills me,” said Ray.
“These are cramp-ons,” said Ted.
“Jorie fell down Bridal Veil Falls,” said Rocky. “No meat makes you zonk.”
“I’d rather be smoking Thai stick in Roxbury,” said Joanne.
“I walked on the river,” said Tim. “When I looked in the hole, it was blue.”
“Let’s go where the hippies all go/way up on Sugar Hill,” sang Karl, wailing that banjo.
Then venality & innocence, hemlocks & pines made the whole thing vanish.
John Repp's recent work appears in Poetry, Diode, and Crazyhorse, among others. My most recent collection is Big Conneautee (Seven Kitchens Press Editors' Series, 2010).
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North Country New Hampshire, 1976
“I’ll make that mountain a poem if it kills me,” said Ray.
“These are cramp-ons,” said Ted.
“Jorie fell down Bridal Veil Falls,” said Rocky. “No meat makes you zonk.”
“I’d rather be smoking Thai stick in Roxbury,” said Joanne.
“I walked on the river,” said Tim. “When I looked in the hole, it was blue.”
“Let’s go where the hippies all go/way up on Sugar Hill,” sang Karl, wailing that banjo.
Then venality & innocence, hemlocks & pines made the whole thing vanish.
John Repp's recent work appears in Poetry, Diode, and Crazyhorse, among others. My most recent collection is Big Conneautee (Seven Kitchens Press Editors' Series, 2010).
Return to March 2013 Edition