Monday, July 25, 2011


Out in the field running new fence line on a July day
bright electric dry clouds wispy high
against a sky the color of a robin's egg

insects with a high dry sound
yes that's how I would describe
high and dry, rasping dry legs

dry grass makes me think of a cold dry day in January
when the snow sifting through the trees looks like little diamonds

and I breathe in your essence
the essence of eternity.


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