across the field
i see you rise
in the distance
like a cumulus
cloud moving across
an emerald sea of
blue grass. you
are several inches
off the ground,
arriving as if on
the small wings
of birds in song.
it's so beautiful
that i'm willing
to forgive even
the jersey accent.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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