Friday, September 09, 2005

POEM - Awaiting Harvest

The great balls of hay,
Wrapped tight like clenched fists,
Graze like languishing
Buffalo amid
Watery shadows
Of a cool day end
That waits for harvest.

M C Biegner
9/9/2005

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