Two young men stand outside
A rural grocery
In the Canadian
Rockies, discussing guns
For hunting—Get yourself
A thirty-aught-six, hey?
Pause with the groceries
And listen, eavesdropping
On their social rhythm.
The pattern of their speech
Has no rhyme or refrain,
And yet it has both, hey?
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