Hardly With It Half

He wrote of where I ran
Under the pagoda
Looking down on a hollow city.
His words sounding as desparate
As the clacking rocks
Under my heavy handed feet.
I trudged
Up the stairs dripping sweat no
Dike could corral
For August swelter
Cares little for restraining nature.
His little poem
About Reading
Was exactly in time
With my caustic experience on Mt. Penn,
But his words and my soreness
Made for a good read.

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