it is a dusty lane, as requested.
new flight taken, wildly singing, in all directions,
while we mowed, while the ants invaded.
as i knelt, the grave digger came down
again. it is about time, he said,
laughing.
tethered the horses at the gate,
then the farrier came.
it is my brother’s birthday
today.
sbm.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
it is a dusty lane, as requested.
new flight taken, wildly singing, in all directions,
while we mowed, while the ants invaded.
as i knelt, the grave digger came down
again. it is about time, he said,
laughing.
tethered the horses at the gate,
then the farrier came.
it is my brother’s birthday
today.
sbm.
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