Another Country Poem by Jim Harrison

Another Country

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I love these raw moist dawns with
a thousand birds you hear but can't
quite see in the mist.
My old alien body is a foreigner
struggling to get into another country.
The loon call makes me shiver.
Back at the cabin I see a book
and am not quite sure what that is.

Friday, January 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,foreigner
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Jim Harrison

Jim Harrison

Grayling, Michigan
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