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$2 Poem, In Which I Lie in a Field in August After Dark Outside Three Rivers, Michigan, and Remember What it Feels Like to be Lonely
I laid tonight in a grassy field
And watched the darkling birds
Bunch against the dying light of day.
A nothingness of blue gave way to
Yellow, orange and steely bands
Of grey. A stir of wind
Kicked up as if the spirit
Of the light withdrawing
Waved and heaved a final sigh goodbye.
And where were you in all of this, or,
Were you wond'ring to yourself,
Where was I?
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copyright 2000, Linford Detweiler |