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State: prone
Country: Usa
Member Since: May 2010
Last Login: 10/25/2024
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
~~James Wright
Linda is a member of the following groups: Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought and The Tadpole Society.The following icons will enable you to enter different areas of this poet's library. Click on the appropriate icon to enter the area of your choice.
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