(......July28) Poetic Husbandry - Poem by Max Reif
need a shepherd —
but a kind
and watchful eye.
and as easily influenced
They sometimes run in packs
with no idea where they’re going.
The shepherd’s eye,
looking out from a silent center,
helps remind them
of their origins,
of their birthplace
in the brilliance
of the Sun.
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