(an untitled poem)

this day’s

wine

is mine

rake of wind

earaches

of wind

rapier wind

i’ll be

this day’s

monk

Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland. His lucid poetry, some of the highest-quality postwar verse in Maine during the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s, appeared in magazines and small press books such as “The Bar Harbor Suite” (Blackberry Books) and “Drinking Wine Out of the Wind” (Contraband Press) where this poem first was published. He died in 1992 at the age of 52.