because
on some dateless dawn
away from the mown swath at the edge of the road,
grass tall in the meadow, gold already and leaning, each piece seeming
to whisper some secret one might hear if close enough
as blades nodded in unison towards scrambled trees at the edge of the clearing
i was a deer there, hiding, feral, eating secrets
for a moment then, free
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
because
on some dateless dawn
away from the mown swath at the edge of the road,
grass tall in the meadow, gold already and leaning, each piece seeming
to whisper some secret one might hear if close enough
as blades nodded in unison towards scrambled trees at the edge of the clearing
i was a deer there, hiding, feral, eating secrets
for a moment then, free
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