You Be the Judge

One James Calendar Irvine Moore
was born to a horsebreeding family
in Lexington, Kentucky, July of 1840.
His christening honored his forefathers.
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Vaani the vole who pokes her nose through snow knows
Why, while wriggling her toes for the wakening spring.
Torin the trout who peeks from the cat-tailed creek knows
Why, and anticipates a date with his speckled mate.
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Two eyes, one mouth
Two ears, one mouth
Two feet, one mouth
Two hands, one mouth

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Do not deadhead evil flowers
    nor pinch their potent buds
for wrong is ne’er so strong they say
    as when new growth is stressed.
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I sit by a gentle smoldering fire
in the glow of morning Methow sun
which has finally scaled the crest
of Silver Star’s hunched shoulder—

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Only two types
of people exist:

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I.

Leaving my air-
conditioned digs
I drove half an hour
hiked a quarter mile
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They of course caught Bulova red-handed.
He had more hands than one, naturally,
but it was the bloody one that mattered—
the third hand, the one entitled second,

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