A Mowed Field, After. Poem by Leslie Philibert

A Mowed Field, After.



Anklecut but running;
cornchildren at break,
dust and more dust.

Flight the cutting
of a lost sanctuary,
legless with shock

at life turned upside.
Stubble the blunt cut,
the wait of the expectant
loam, under the farrow.

Friday, October 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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