Abraham Lincoln Press presents Maurice Burford and Jess Rowan's chapbook Prithee, a collaborative serial poem in thirty-four parts.
[sally o' the precious dress]
there is a wealth of water these days
they say
i think to sit here
covered in a hazy gown
with my hair tied
i may accept you
in the way we do a thunder
fearful
wondered
with a tremble not like fear
i cannot suffer though
the years like my father's years
the waiting pile of shot
word from the field
my only cause to kneel these earliest mornings
is for the curve of your stride
the float of your hand
i hear the flags even at their miles
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